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I've heard it said that a wise man |
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Does not live on bread alone |
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But off the everlasting words |
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Dripping from the Almighty's tongue |
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And I've heard it said that a wise man |
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Does not look at himself in the mirror |
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Then turn away and walk |
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Forgetting what he looks like standing there |
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Oh, men like these |
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They are just like trees |
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Planted near streams of water |
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With roots that grow |
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Deep, deep into the ground |
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I've heard it said that a wise man |
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Ignores the call from the corner |
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Even with her seductive eyes |
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He turns away, he doesn't listen to her lies |
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And oh, men like these |
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They are just like trees |
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Planted near streams of water |
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With roots that grow |
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Deep, deep into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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And oh, men like these |
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They are just like trees |
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Planted near streams of water |
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With roots that grow |
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Deep, deep into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
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Into the ground |
