| I’ve got my own moral compass to steer by 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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| 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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| I’ve got my own spirit level for balance
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| To tell if my choice is leaning 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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| Like a flower in the desert
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| That only blooms at night
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| I will quietly resist |