[Verse 1]
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Who knew God cheats when he's wrestling?
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I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at
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Him like suggestions don't spar him pressin' on me
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Here's a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I
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Keep throwing lefties 'til my right's all right
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Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him
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Don't do handouts; no I hand out concessions
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Sayin' "I ain't got nothin' but my hands. Clutch my treasure."
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A measure of a man is kindness
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Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is?
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My eyes are on the other side of minus
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If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I'm fine with
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Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise
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I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my
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Feet on the bodies; these streets are overlined
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And from anyone the chosen one can rise
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[Hook (x2)]
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Put the book away, we fight today
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And the fires burning bright as flames
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There's a balm in Gilead
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There's a balm in Gilead
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[Verse 2]
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I was never one to wanna throw away the laws
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More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws
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Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause
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And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross
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Dear Gods, please protect me from those who take you literally
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Pause, bless each motivation that contols me
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Please forgive me for every time I didn't really
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Reflect peace or at least provide a bitter release
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To those bitterly burned by your followers
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Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs
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Some of them know all the words but unaware of the
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Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer
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Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus)
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P.S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you're a fan of us
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If not we can adjust. P.P.S. My God, why have you abandoned us?
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[Hook (x4)]
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For the broke and way we fight today
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And the fires burning bright as flames
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There's a balm in Gilead
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There's a balm in Gilead
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[Verse 3]
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I'm trying to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac
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Basilisk lizard while I'm standing on a lilypad
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Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead
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There is a balm, there is a balm in Gilead
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We put the balms in the side and the sides ah heal
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Put the balm to the side, insides reveal
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All the God talk rings hollow like a Glockenspiel
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Time for what might not be real
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So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling
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With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling
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With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling
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With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling
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With faith and community, never stop wrestling
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With every god you worship, never stop wrestling
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Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are
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To divine your true prupose
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[Hook (x8)]
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For the broke and way we fight today
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And the fires burning bright as flames
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There's a balm in Gilead
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There's a balm in Gilead
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Wrestling Israel
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