You can't stop the race
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people moving in place
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running a crooked path
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place to place to place
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paved in gold
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the chords from which we hang
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weaken everyday
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they beg for strength
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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
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and corporate fights
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O' busy busy bees
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walking to and from
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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 place.
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I hope you find what you're looking for.
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But if that is all that you got well
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there's got to be more
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they lay carpet that's made of red
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and we walk paths made of Gold
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but we are blind just past the nose
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in this tree covered Earth
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yes, that is right
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can we dissapear from all we got??
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we are scattered on God's grace
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but we are
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a drip,
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we are
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a flash,
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we are
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a mist,
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but are
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a speck,
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but we got time
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They Faced Eachother
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| The Chariot |
