| This is give and take
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| We’ve all wasted away in vain
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| Lost in a life of false endeavor
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| Lost in a life of self-seeking gain
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| We bind shoulder to shoulder
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| Let this dry spell end
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| We’re weary from thin air that fills our lungs
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| If iron sharpens iron, we’re longing to be used
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| To fix our gaze collective
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| Colorless I grow
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| I can’t flourish on my own
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| And now with helpless hands may we come alive?
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| Our numbers down, thinned out,
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| Expire or thrive
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| Beg the favor of our earth below and sky above
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| We bind shoulder to shoulder
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| Let this dry spell end
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| We’re weary from thin air that fills our lungs
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| If iron sharpens iron, we’re longing to be used
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| Send the rain, or we’ll cut out the roots
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| Colorless I grow
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| I can’t flourish on my own
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| And now with helpless hands may we come alive?
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| Our numbers down, thinned out,
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| Expire or thrive
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| From the dust we’ve come, to the dust we’ll go
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| Mother earth, father sky, let us reap what we’ve sown
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| Colorless I grow
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| This is give and take
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| We’ve all wasted away in vain
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| Send the rain
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| Saturate
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| This is give and take, and now we see clearly
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| Everything breathes
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| From the dust we’ve come, and now we see clearly
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| Everything breathes
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| Colorless I grow
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| I can’t flourish on my own
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| And now with helpless hands may we come alive?
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| Expire or thrive |