| It is a lie if it freezes your soul
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| You can chase an attractive wind
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| When it blows
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| But if you can stay in the light
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| And let flesh be lonely
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| Cries become praise for the lord
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| We can be kings of meaningless things
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| Or we can be slaves of love
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| We can be kings of fallen things
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| Or we can be slaves of love
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| Our eyes are wide
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| And our ears hear it all
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| Can we filter the whole wide world
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| Through a small string of thoughts
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| We’re living today on the heels of the failing theory
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| That we all die, so we should live it up
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| A cry of love, a cry of pain’s enough
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| To leave us trying to find something our hands can touch
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| To numb the day
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| A thousand things will not cure weakness
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| Only a fall to grace a turn to the face of the lord |