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Outside the gate there lived a man |
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A man with a forgotten name |
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Who tried to feel most everything |
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But where he ended up was wrapped in shame |
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It's how you shape the day to day |
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Not what you hide behind |
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We are born with this sin he said |
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And with this sin we must surely die |
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And we don't see him anymore |
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He's lost his way now that's for sure |
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She doesn't recognize him |
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But she knew him very well |
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The tattered suit, the leather boots |
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The ringing of the bells |
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She said, "It's what you give" |
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And what you take and what you leave behind |
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That marks the measure of your life |
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She said she knew him very well |
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There was a man who lived outside the gate |
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And guilty was his name |
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He tried to love most everything |
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But where he ended up was wrapped in shame |
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It's who he loved and what he took |
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And who he left behind |
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That marked the measure of his life |
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You know that Guilty was his name |
