this is me at my darkest
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looking down from my tower to heaven
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my reputation is what i am on the scale
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in the eyes of mankind
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the more i get beneath me,
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the higher, and more out of reach
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teacher, which of us will be the greatest
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we will wear compassion
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we will wear it on our chests
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and sing with love at our throats
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like a child, its all i know
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Father, hide our hearts in you
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lest we steal them back
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and lay them at the feet of men
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i know now that glory has not a place
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near my hands or any man
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Love Jealous One, Love
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| As Cities Burn |
