You can't stop the race.
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People moving in place.
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Running a crooked path from place to place to place.
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Paved in gold.
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The chords from which we hang, weaken everyday.
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They beg for strength, but they are blessed by our blade.
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Questions on our minds.
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Buildings on the rise
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Diamonds, instead of our eyes and corporate fights.
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O'busy, busy, bees walking to and from, what if we close our eyes?
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What if we can't wake up?
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I hope you all rest in peace.
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I hope you find what your looking for.
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But if that is all that you got, well, there's got to be more.
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They lay carpet that's made of red and we walk paths made of gold
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but we are blind just past the nose in this tree covered earth.
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Yes, that is right.
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Can we disappear from all we got?
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We are scattered on God's grace but we are a drip,
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we are a flash,
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we are a mist,
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we are a speck,
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but we got time.
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They Faced Each Other
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| The Chariot |
