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Don't place your trust in foolish promises sworn |
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Nor cryptic message scrawled upon every wall |
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Street corner justice beware |
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The spirit will find you always be fair |
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The shallow verse once read means nothing at all |
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Nor fearful gestures made for instant recall |
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In lies your heart will not share |
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The spirit inside used without care |
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The spirit that guides you follow it through |
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To the spirit inside you always be true |
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You know you'll despair |
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If the spirit inside is used without care |
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The battlefield of glory pales into rust |
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The river flows much thicker fed by each thrust |
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No beast alive does compare |
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The spirit beside you everywhere |
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Let not your head be turned by tainted reward |
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And dreams of fortune won forever to hoard |
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Your conscience could not repair |
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The spirit inside used without care |
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'Cause it will be your shelter, help you how to decide |
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And it will be your helper should your loyalties divide |
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The ash of pages swept before the cruel wind |
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The loss of choices praises no-one will sing |
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No clues to how you will fare |
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The spirit implores you tread where you dare |
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The dust lies thick on casket rich or quite poor |
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Distinction disappears the worm both deplore |
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The candle burns out once more |
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But the spirit inside you won't be ignored |
