| I’m sitting alone in this room
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| Bright flicker in a motion of butterflies for dim light
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| Thumb turning a page looking insight
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| The wise do for themselves that’s how it is right
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| The clock reads midnight
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| I never been in a fight before now my minds at war
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| With a voice ringing loud in the middle of this brain
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| A penny for my thoughts a lucritive exchange
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| All I wanted was to know how to grow with less pain
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| A prayer on my knees at night should explain
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| And my mind kept repeating the phrase
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| If you want the flower to bloom you’ve got to put it out in the rain
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| Strange all of a sudden it made sense
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| Thinking bout the trials and tribs I lived through to get me to this
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| We can live for the shine of the sun but I’ll bet
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| When it rains yo we all get wet
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| Stro hook-
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| The sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
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| Living to get and never give back
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| Got you caught up in a mishap
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| Reality hits with a roll of quarters as a fist pack
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| Boarders to pitch black
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| Sorta crossed over you sit back
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| Order a drink sip that
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| Another and still your lips crack
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| Brother I’d love to lift that
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| Burden words like learned sermons
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| From a burned person
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| Number then any skin graph
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| While under the slip mats
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| Your world is turning to gift-wrap
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| Curtains to fit that
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| Window you throw your rocks through
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| When you know no one can stop you
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| When you feel like Its' hard to continue
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| Know that God is there with you
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| Above you beside you and yearning to get in you
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| Certain to mend you from the hurting that men do
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| On earth we’ve been through too much
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| We tend to do what the enemy do
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| But in the end only true love
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| Will seem to be the light of all men
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| As you lay down your life for your friend |