This wooden soul of mine
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it cannot ever climb
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from places it has fallen
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in between where light can shine
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It never falls in line
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it barely has a spine
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like branches severed from the vine
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like it was faulty by design
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And now your mercy lights up my dark eyes
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your brilliant hope now lifts my falling skies
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and I'm the object of your affection
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You loved me still in my imperfection
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[Chorus:]
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The sun will shine on winter snow
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and shadows fade in Excelsis Deo
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This wooden soul is old
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It's lies are growing cold
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its knotted trunk is straightening
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its roots are loosening their hold
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So cluttered with debris
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this inefficient melody
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I'll keep waiting patiently
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if this world will ever release me
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You love me even though I am untrue
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if I was perfect, I wouldn't need you
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I'm the object of your affection
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You loved me still in my imperfection
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Gloria, in excelsis Deo
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Not so far, not so far to go
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In Excelsis Deo
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| Roper |
