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In a world of winners and losers |
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Some are used, some are the users |
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It's a push and shove race |
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Of trying to get ahead |
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In the dust of all the confusion |
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We make a choice, truth or illusion |
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Will we listen to lies |
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Or hear what the Father says |
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We are running in a human race |
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Where nobody wants to settle for second place |
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But we've got to run it at a different pace |
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'Cause the first will be last |
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And the last will be first |
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At the end of the human race |
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In a day when values are changing |
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What kind of ground are we really gaining |
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Who are we trying to serve by going the extra mile |
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We can't trade the truth for the fashion |
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We've got to live a life of compassion |
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And those we touch are the prize |
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That waits at the finish line |
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We are running in a human race |
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Where nobody wants to settle for second place |
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But we've got to run it at a different pace |
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'Cause the first will be last |
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And the last will be first |
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At the end of the human race |
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We are running in the human race |
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We must run it at a different pace |
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'Cause we'll all meet the Father face to face |
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At the finish line of the human race |
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We are running in a human race |
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Where nobody wants to settle for second place |
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But we've got to run it at a different pace |
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'Cause the first will be last |
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And the last will be first |
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At the end of the human race |
