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It's so hard to make an effort, |
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To keep my surroundings in line. |
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When sometimes, I can't do it for myself. |
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I confess: I'm not the man I proclaim. |
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My feet, my feet are sinking |
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Into the mire beneath me, the mire, the mire beneath me. |
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I can't help but notice the endless battle for air |
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While being swept by the tides of complacency. |
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My knowledge is accountability |
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And I have to do something, I have to do something. |
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Blinded by the plank in my eye, |
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I cannot guide anyone. |
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I have to do something. x2 |
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This lonely vessel is surely sinking, |
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I'm surely sinking. x3 |
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Take me, |
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if it means they die to themselves, |
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Only to raise up their new lives. |
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Stop me in my tracks if it will shake them. |
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Stop, stop me. |
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Stop me. |
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We are nothing without each other. |
