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The End Is Here
You said, "Down with the church",
with your fists up in the air,
all the rancor and the hate,
yeah we saw your frigid stare.
You hate Christianity, but love your animosity,
it's the church who's getting rotten,
yet it's Christ that you've forgotten.
Chorus:
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Lay down your hate,
the burden and the weight will disappear.
If you could separate your anger,
from that still small voice you hear.
Clench your fists and grit your teeth,
save forgiveness for the weak.
Let your bitterness consume,
let the salt rub in your wounds.
You have saved up all your spite,
stoked the flame that keeps the fight,
it's so hard to be objective,
when your reason is defective.
Chorus:
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Lay down your hate,
the burden and the weight will disappear.
If you could separate your anger,
from that still small voice you hear.
You say that you've aged, I think you're just enraged. (x2)
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
(Who incited, what ignited, all this hatred?)
(Broken hearted, dearly departed,)
maybe we should say
Farewell to Arms.
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Farewell to Arms.
maybe we should say
(Broken hearted, dearly departed,)
(Who incited, what ignited, all this hatred?)
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
You say that you've aged, I think you're just enraged. (x2)
from that still small voice you hear.
If you could separate your anger,
the burden and the weight will disappear.
Lay down your hate,
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Chorus:
when your reason is defective.
it's so hard to be objective,
stoked the flame that keeps the fight,
You have saved up all your spite,
let the salt rub in your wounds.
Let your bitterness consume,
save forgiveness for the weak.
Clench your fists and grit your teeth,
from that still small voice you hear.
If you could separate your anger,
the burden and the weight will disappear.
Lay down your hate,
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Goodnight, goodbye, farewell to arms, it's time.
Chorus:
yet it's Christ that you've forgotten.
it's the church who's getting rotten,
You hate Christianity, but love your animosity,
yeah we saw your frigid stare.
all the rancor and the hate,
with your fists up in the air,
You said, "Down with the church",
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