The humble and righteous and meek
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Are teaching me who's will to seek
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But who really knows how to speak
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About these things
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Questions of where can he go
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When he is feeling so low
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And kicking himself just to show
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How he still bleeds
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And I want to know the difference between
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What sparkles and what is gold
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I wonder how many eyes
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Are fixed like a vulture's on me
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Now I wonder if I can even move or breathe
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Without disappointing someone
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And I know what they call themselves
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But I don't remember inviting them
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To put me on this pedastal
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And make me feel so naked
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Afraid to look down
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Afraid to turn around
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I bring it on myself
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I know I bring it on myself
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And I want to know the difference between
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What sparkles and what is gold
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I walked along beside the purple mountains beneath the orange sky
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Imagined what it all might look like with these planks out of my eyes
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I wondered if the big white horse was coming down tonight
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I wanted to taste that victory but my mouth was dry
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There is only tonight and the light that bleeds from your heart
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Makes me want to try and start again
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Five, Eight And Ten
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