So scatter me across the road
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like pieces of broke turn signals
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and dance with me between these dotted lines
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as we try so hard to save our lives
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and we pirouette until we fall
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but this drowning dance won't save us at all
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With so much effort and these miles to go,
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bore on you shoulders with your loss of hope
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and when judgement comes from high above,
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confess your sins
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confess your love
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but before we sing
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we must learn to speak
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while we watch the fittest
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trample the weak
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Scatter me across the road
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like pieces of broke turn signals
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collect my pieces and rebuild me
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as a mosaic for all to see
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and the history books can make this change
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but none of you will ever be the same
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will ever be the same
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Go through your motions
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reciting every word
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ignoring what we've seen
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believing what you've heard
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sing praise for all to hear
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teach them to sing along
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thankful your answer's here
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and now we all belong
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Your faith is a weapon for those that deceive with what they've told.
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Mosaic
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