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Living in a time when time stands still,
society is mentally ill for the dollar bill.
This pension state of mind; contract extension
state of mind,
so afraid of being left behind, 
so afraid of being left behind.
Social security; unprecedented 
insecurities.
Slow, Jesus, come before me today,
I hope you’re on your way.
Slow Jesus, come before me today,
please come show me the way.
Fight for a cause misunderstood;
try and spend a cold night in the hood.
It’s a real sad story, a real-life
unhappy ending.
Mothers and fathers have so much to say,
mothers and fathers need so much today.
Food stamps and welfare checks, corporate laundry and
cost-cutting specs. 
Slow, Jesus, come before me today,
I hope you’re on your way.
Slow Jesus, come before me today,
please come show me the way.
Looking for the sixth dimension
you soon find that hate is overstated; take a look around
you soon find that hate is over rated.
Perform soul-search and you’ll see you’ve made it;
high above a world so jaded, high above a
love loss faded.
A feeling that cannot be imitated, when you take your hate and
desecrate it.
Slow, Jesus, let’s talk more tomorrow,
I’ve found the love you asked to borrow.
Slow Jesus, let’s talk more tomorrow,
no longer will the world breed sorrow.

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