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on the outside looking in i've never been able to crack the code to break the secret spell that would open up the door and let me in to everything |
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I've been looking for so hard |
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I've never seen but |
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I feel my strength returning tonight its pouring from the purest well to ever give water out into an ocean where the sharks are circling carnival of counterfeits has no room for something real arrogance and ego wrapped around every word shouted from the pulpit as a judgment to control these are my roots my seed was thrown in shallow soil |
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I grew into the thorn bushes to be scorched by the sun but |
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I feel the gravel move beneath my feet the smell of the gasoline mixed in with the trees when my faith is strong |
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I know my strength the threats will be screamed when the vultures fell threatened so |
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I'll open up the door and let you in |
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I want to break the alabaster smell the sweet perfume when the bottle's broken |
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I'll have nothing left to give |
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I'll know |
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I'll already have everything worth having but |
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I feel my strength returning tonight it's pouring from the purest well to ever give water out into an ocean where the sharks are circling carnival of counterfeits want to crucify something real |