| You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed
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| Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view
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| Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes
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| I thought I knew, I swore I knew
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| But sour milk and honey, is not the taste of you
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| So I stare straight into the sun
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| With fists clenched, waiting, to take flight
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| This body is so heavy, this body is so heavy
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| So I stand, with blistered feet and bleeding knees
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| Because here nothing can touch me
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| I’d rather dive then know what I would be without
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| Rather hold the line at fear. |
| *be still and know*
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| That with one voice we’ll sing together, together
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| Glory! |
| Like the bee with out her queen, what am I with out my King?
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| You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed
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| Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view
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| Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes
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| How alluring are the legs, of the fall
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| But hold the line, I’ll hold the line |