Deep in that cranial psycho vault
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The thought you are to be sans fault
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It ain't meant to happen on our own
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The consequence of diligence
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Without Him will show all the dents
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That's why our eyes are always on the throne
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What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you
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How many times we've fallen through
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The thin dev-ice of foolish thinking
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All along our pride is sinking
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The smoothness of another day
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Convice me that I'm on my way
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At 3 P.M. it all falls flat
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I realize I ain't all dat
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Stumble foot foot stumble
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As your ideals start to crumble
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Stumble soot foot fumble
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Just another chance to be humble
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Stumble foot foot stumble
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As your ideals start to crumble
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The consequence of diligence
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Without Him will show all the dents
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You point out others' sins overt
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Under the carpet, sweep your dirt
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Stumblefoot
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