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19 lines
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You were built for blessing, but you only make them bleed, but you don't care.
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And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breed, but you don't care.
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The light that's left inside their eyes is darkened day by day, but you don't care.
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Your presence pulls the color from the world, 'till all is grey, but you don't care.
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No, you don't 'cause you are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands.
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You will one day reap your reckoning, and maybe then you'll understand.
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Your hands were made to comfort, but they only conjure fear, but you don't care.
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And she's in the closet praying, "Lord, please get me out of here," but you don't care.
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What mercy have they known from you, to ask that it be shown to you?
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Name Yellow Belly
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Artist Thrice
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Album Major Minor
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