| Who knew God cheats when he’s wrestling?
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| I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at
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| Him like suggestions don’t spar him pressin' on me
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| Here’s a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I
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| Keep throwing lefties 'til my right’s all right
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| Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him
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| Don’t do handouts; |
| no I hand out concessions
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| Sayin' «I ain’t got nothin' but my hands. |
| Clutch my treasure.»
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| A measure of a man is kindness
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| Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is?
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| My eyes are on the other side of minus
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| If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I’m fine with
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| Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise
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| I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my
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| Feet on the bodies; |
| these streets are overlined
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| And from anyone the chosen one can rise
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| Put the book away, we fight today
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| And the fires burn with brighter flames
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| There’s a balm in Gilead
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| There’s a balm in Gilead
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| I was never one to wanna throw away the laws
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| More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws
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| Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause
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| And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross
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| Dear Gods, please protect me from those who take you literally
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| Pause, bless each motivation that contols me
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| Please forgive me for every time I didn’t really
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| Reflect peace or at least provide a bitter release
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| To those bitterly burned by your followers
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| Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs
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| Some of them know all the words but unaware of the
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| Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer
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| Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus)
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| P. S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you’re a fan of us
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| If not we can adjust. |
| P. P. S. My God, why have you abandoned us?
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| Put the book away, we fight today
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| And the fires burn with brighter flames
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| There’s a balm in Gilead
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| There’s a balm in Gilead
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| I’m trying to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac
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| Basilisk lizard while I’m standing on a lilypad
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| Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead
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| There is a balm, there is a balm in Gilead
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| We put the balms in the side and the sides ah heal
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| Put the balm to the side, insides reveal
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| All the God talk rings hollow like a Glockenspiel
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| No time for what might not be real
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| So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling
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| With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling
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| With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling
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| With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling
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| With faith and community, never stop wrestling
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| With every god you worship, never stop wrestling
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| Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are
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| To divine your true prupose
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| Put the book away, we fight today
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| And the fires burn with brighter flames
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| There’s a balm in Gilead
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| There’s a balm in Gilead |