For days and weeks I made the parting call.
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I cupped my hands, my mouth in "O."
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I shouted saying,
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"Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!"
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They just faded there,
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my voice was gone.
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Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still?
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Yes, they feel what they touch as well,
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cut the cords.
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Let the ancient Adam go.
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I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years.
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And when I said,
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"Who will shave my head, and on the might, reveal me in my skin?"
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All the secrets of fitness:
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all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.
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In my room, in my room,
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in this gospel I have made, salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame.
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I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red,
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self-pity hangs over the doorway in.
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From seven times seventy scraping knees,
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blood lets, deficiencies,
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these are the layers of bandages, protection from the sting.
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In this great lacking,
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I've found a way.
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And when I said,
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"Who will shave my head, and on that might reveal me in my skin?"
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All the secrets of fitness:
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all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.
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Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still?
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Yes, they feel what they touch as well,
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cut the cords.
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Let the ancient Adam go.
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I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years.
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Don't Kid Yourself, You Need A Physician
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| Anathallo |
