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I've got to climb to the top |
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Never stop, until I reach it |
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Until I feel that I'm good |
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And that I'm in control |
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Of life and my thought |
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When I'm not, I still preach it |
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Because they're all going to see |
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if I start to fall or lose control. |
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I'm losing control...of this |
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I've been balancing on suspended pianos |
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And trying to appear composed |
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It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash |
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With eyes on me, I force a laugh |
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You come to me and set me free |
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I cross arms across my chest |
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This is not a gift I can accept |
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But I appreciate the sentiment |
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I've worked too hard for rightousness |
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To just lay down while you hand me this |
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And put my faith in something you call grace...from you. |
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I've been lost inside a cave without a lantern |
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At every sound I start to run |
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I feel my way around the dark without a pattern |
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If I would wait you'd come |
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to rescue me and show the way |
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I cross arms across my chest |
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This is not a gift I can accept |
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But I appreciate the sentiment |
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I've worked too hard for rightousness |
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To just lay down while you hand me this |
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And put my faith in something you call grace...from you. |
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[from you] |
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I've been trying to learn what is from you. |
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Because I've been trying to earn what is freely given. |
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Every sound that you |
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Try to just refuse |
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Does it give and take? |
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Keeps it in my face |
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And tell me that this blood |
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Was shed in vain. |
