| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Come down and show us what’s wrong
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| When every word’s been sung or spoken
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| And bygone battles have been lost or won
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| When all is mended that once was broken
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| Who crawled will surely run
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| And when all our creeds and all of our deeds
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| Are centered on each other’s needs
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| When men are mending harmonies
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| The world will have begun
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Are you really real, do you love every one?
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Come down and show us what’s wrong
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| If the sins of the father are also the son’s
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| What chance do we have in this game
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| Everything’s blacker, we argue with guns
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| With money we burn and we maim
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| And is it all for a reason, this game without end
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| To be rich, you have to have poor
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| And is feasting to famine like sitting to standing
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| Or is there a hole in God’s door?
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Are you really real, do you love every one?
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Come down and show us what’s wrong
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and Paul
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| Are your fingers in your ears, can you hear us at all
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| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
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| Come down and show us what’s wrong |