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All grown up with nowhere to go |
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How come nothing feels |
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Quite like home? |
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Sometimes it hurts |
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To be awake |
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What's the plan |
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When we've got no plan? |
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A costly piece of paper in hand |
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But that's not what it takes |
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Spirit |
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Sing out a little louder |
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My flesh is so weak |
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But it screams |
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With all its strength |
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Spirit grow up, into a flower |
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My flesh is like a weed |
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That strangles out the seed |
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And blocks out the sunlight |
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You could say |
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We're living on prayer |
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Boomerangs that fly in the air |
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We're back |
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Where we started from |
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Spirit |
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Sing out a little louder |
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My flesh is so weak |
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But it screams |
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With all its strength |
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Spirit grow up |
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Into a flower |
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My flesh is like a weed |
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That strangles out the seed |
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And blocks out the sunlight |
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Don't we need something |
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Need something to live for? |
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It's You |
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Don't we all need something |
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Need something we'd die for? |
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It's You |
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That's all I know to do |
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So please |
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Spirit |
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Sing out a little louder |
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My flesh is so weak |
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But it screams |
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With all its strength |
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Spirit grow up, into a flower |
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My flesh is like a weed |
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That strangles out the seed |
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And blocks out the sunlight |
