I've heard it said that a wise man
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Does not live on bread alone
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But off the everlasting words
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Dripping from the Almighty's tongue
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And I've heard it said that a wise man
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Does not look at himself in the mirror
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Then turn away and walk
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Forgetting what he looks like standing there
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Oh, men like these
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They are just like trees
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Planted near streams of water
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With roots that grow
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Deep, deep into the ground
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I've heard it said that a wise man
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Ignores the call from the corner
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Even with her seductive eyes
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He turns away, he doesn't listen to her lies
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And oh, men like these
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They are just like trees
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Planted near streams of water
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With roots that grow
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Deep, deep into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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And oh, men like these
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They are just like trees
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Planted near streams of water
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With roots that grow
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Deep, deep into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Into the ground
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Roots
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| Shawn McDonald |
