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So many times |
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I've been fooling myself |
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It's a hard hand to play |
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Falls on nobody else |
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Those in the city |
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Reaching out to grab hold |
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Of something they've only heard about |
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And never been shown |
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Who do you turn to and what do you say? |
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When she's got the power and she got the way |
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Does it matter at all |
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Who survives and who falls |
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When we live under darkness |
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And hide behind walls? |
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Why would anyone |
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Even try to hold sway |
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Over somebody else |
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In such a small way |
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Where are the answers |
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To the problems we face? |
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Who would teach us |
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About sharing and living in grace? |
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Who do you turn to and what do you say |
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When she's got the power and she got the way? |
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Does it matter at all |
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Who survives and who falls |
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When we live under darkness |
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And hide behind walls? |
