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Preacher of hope
In jungles made of stone
The last thing you will find
Your cover has been blown
You run from place to place
You hide yourself from curse
I’ve been there
I’ve been there
Stop right now – you’re wasting my time
Things you offer burden my mind
I’ve been there
I’ve been there
You’re standing next to me
Looking for the prey
How many have been trapped?
How many will obey?
You use your handsome face
To find the weakest link
I’ve been there
I’ve been there

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