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This is a sermon for the vermon. |
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A song to draw blood. |
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A finger in the dam trying to hold back the flood. |
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We are down, but we're still not out. |
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We struggle with faith in the face of doubt. |
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So is it a crime to think that we've found something more sublime? |
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That we're somehow more alive? |
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That we're not just busy dying? |
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No coincidence, it's by design. |
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Herded into a pen with the rest of the swine. |
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Born to shine, or born to stand in line? |
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You decide. |
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So you better step up to bat, before your dreams get hammered flat. (This is the sound) |
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Even when your ship has run aground. |
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Don't let bastards get you down. |
