| In spite of yourself
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| You see things that I can’t see
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| Unearthing hidden diamonds from the coal
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| In spite of yourself
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| You speak in poetry
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| A knack of accidentally striking gold
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| I rattled the walls as I ran through the halls
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| Screamed every word that I knew
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| Only to find I’d been wasting my time
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| All of my noise couldn’t cut to the truth
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| There it goes, my hammer blow
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| Missing the wonder caught up in the thunder
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| Truth is told just under your breath
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| You hit the nail
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| You hit the nail on the head
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| From out of the din
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| I long for a reckoning
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| Is somthing waiting, aching to be told?
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| Dazzled by lights
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| Drawn to the empty highs
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| I wasted every sentence that I spoke
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| I rattled the walls as I ran through the halls
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| Screamed every word that I knew
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| Only to find I’d been wasting my time
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| All of my noise couldn’t cut to the truth
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| There it goes, my hammer blow
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| Missing the wonder caught up in the thunder
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| Truth is told just under your breath
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| You hit the nail
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| You hit the nail on the head |