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My neighbor is a better man than I |
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And from your hands do all good things derive |
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So if my heart should swell |
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And of itself think well |
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Then humble me till I am fully thine |
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There's war within my fragile skin |
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A violent revolt for mastery over my soul |
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Control is the strong man's hoax |
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Skill and wealth are my only hope |
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A selfish grasping for worthless thrones |
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And it tells me "I am greatest" |
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So I gave it not one inch |
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Still it spread throughout my limbs |
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For my solace in the victory |
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Was the proof of my defeat |
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Who is worth anything apart from you? |
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Who could own anything? |
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My neighbor is a better man than I |
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And from your hands do all good things derive |
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So if my heart should swell |
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And of itself think well |
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Then humble me till I am fully thine |
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I've been turning wine to water |
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And crippling my healthy brothers |
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I'm walking on the ocean floor |
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And stirring up the fiercest storms |
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No I did not pour out these tides |
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Or tell these planets to align |
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My breath could never give new life |
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So why am I so full of pride |
