| Robert’s caught in quicksand
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| He’s lookin' 'round the room for help but he’s stranded
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| Got untold secrets
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| Ain’t comin' out of his mouth, he’s a careful kid
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| Or from the clique he’ll be shunned
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| And he’s gettin' blasé - he reads the Book for somethin'
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| I don’t think he knows what
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| But he’s huntin' for truth, yeah, he’s hungry for truth
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| All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
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| They’re better than everyone, how come, how come?
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| All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
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| I’d rather run with the Son back where there’s no bullies
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| All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
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| They get to shun everyone outside their fun
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| All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
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| I’d rather run with the Son that’s where it’s the coolest
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| Said His word’s a long blade
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| It can cuts ya both ways, and if Robert obeys it
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| He thinks he’ll be ostracized
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| But didn’t Jesus mention it’s a sacrifice?
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| He weighs it for a long time
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| Then in spite of the danger, leaves the clique forever
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| He’s no longer secret
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| Sayin' pearls of value also cost you a bit |