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You can trip smug smiling in your worn-out shoes |
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Cast away the rhythm of eternity's fugue |
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Grapple with the tongue of hope till it abandons you |
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But you can't deny a gift |
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Falter at the well, making heroes out of ghosts |
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Stuffing yourself on thankless boasts |
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But I have faith in your withering soul |
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'Cause you can't deny a gift |
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Oh, no, you can't deny a gift |
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A gift of one and a gift to all |
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The wings to soar and not to fall |
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A gift of light in the abyss |
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Higher ground above the pit |
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The choice to live that is a gift |
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That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift |
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Though this gift lacks frivolous flair |
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It doesn't sparkle in the sun and requires little care |
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It's one of volume enough to spare |
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Throw down defense and we will share |
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Throw down defense and we will share |
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A gift of one and a gift to all |
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The wings to soar and not to fall |
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A gift of light in the abyss |
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Higher ground above the pit |
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The choice to live that is a gift |
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That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift |
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A gift of one and a gift to all |
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The wings to soar and not to fall |
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A gift of light in the abyss |
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Higher ground above the pit |
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The choice to live that is a gift |
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That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift |
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That is a gift, that is a gift, that is a gift |
