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There is a man that I know |
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For seventeen years he never spoke |
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Guess he had nothing to say |
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He opened his mouth on Judgment Day |
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I listened with all of my might |
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But was scared by the look in his eyes |
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Like he'd already lost the fight |
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And there was no hope ever in sight |
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No hope in the air |
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No hope in the water |
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Not even for me |
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Your last serving daughter |
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Why fear death? Be scared of living |
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Our hearts are small and ever thinning |
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There is no hope ever of winning |
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Oh, why fear death? Be scared of living |
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I have seen men provoked |
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And I have seen lives revoked |
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And I looked at my life and I choked |
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And from there, no more ever I have spoke |
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I can't give up that quick |
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My life is a candle and a wick |
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You can't put it out but you can't break it down |
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In the end, we are waiting to be lit |
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There's hope in the air |
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There's hope in the water |
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But sadly not me |
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Your last serving daughter |
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A friend is a friend forever |
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And a good one will never leave, never |
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But you've never been south and what rolls off your mouth |
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You will never understand, ever |
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You speak minds handed down to you |
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By the lies handed down by your truth |
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Your angels that dance at your wail |
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Will mask your scrambling youth |
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I forgave you your shortcomings |
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And ignored your childish behavior |
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Laid a kiss on your head and before I left said |
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Stay away from fleeting favor |
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There's hope in the air |
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There's hope in the water |
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But sadly not me |
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Your last serving daughter |
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Pick up your rope, Lord, sling it to me |
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If we are to battle, I must not be weak |
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And give us your strength, world and your food and your water |
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Oh, I am your savior, your last serving daughter |
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There's hope in the air |
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There's hope in the water |
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But sadly not me |
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Your last serving daughter |
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There's hope in the air |
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There's hope in the water |
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But no hope for me |
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Your last serving daughter |
