I've got my own moral compass to steer by
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A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky
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And all the preaching voices -
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Empty vessels of dreams so loud
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As they move among the crowd
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Fools and thieves are well disguised
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In the temple and market place
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Like a stone in the river
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Against the floods of spring
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I will quietly resist
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Like the willows in the wind
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Or the cliffs along the ocean
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I will quietly resist
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I don't have faith in faith
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I don't believe in belief
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You can call me faithless
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You can call me faithless
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But I still cling to hope
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And I believe in love
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And that's faith enough for me
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And that's faith enough for me
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I've got my own spirit level for balance
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To tell if my choice is leading up or down
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And all the shouting voices
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Try to throw me off my course
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Some by sermon, some by force
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Fools and thieves are dangerous
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In the temple and market place
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Like a forest bows to winter
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Beneath the deep white silence
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I will quietly resist
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I don't have faith in faith
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I don't believe in belief
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You can call me faithless
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You can call me faithless
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But I still cling to hope
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And I believe in love
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And that's faith enough for me
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And that's faith enough for me
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Like a flower in the desert
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That only blooms at night
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I will quietly resist
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I don't have faith in faith
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I don't believe in belief
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You can call me faithless
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But I still cling to hope
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And I believe in love
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And that's faith enough for me
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And that's faith enough for me
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And that's faith enough for me
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Faithless
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Rush |