| Who are we?
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| Are we a generation of Moses or a generation of posers? |
| 'Stead of standin'
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| proud like a soldier
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| We surf Netflix on our sofas
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| It’s not a fight, if we’re not fightin'
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| There can’t be a clash with no titans
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| So we aim low
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| ‘cuz if we aim too high and miss, God forbid, then
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| How do we live?
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| Are we the greater than, or the lesser than?
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| We want change, but not the mess of it
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| We say we trust God, but we’re pessimists
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| We say, «Don't shoot the messenger»
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| But if true love is the message, then is my face the reflection?
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| And will I stand on the water while restin' in God’s presence?
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| Or will I choose to remain here?
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| 'Cause I can just stay the same here
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| And if I don’t make a move at all
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| How can I be the one to blame here?
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| We want the sun, but not the temperature
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| Want to speak, but not be listeners
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| How can we be in position, if we’ve never asked what the mission was?
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| So who are we? |
| 'Cause we’re all part of an army
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| Will we stand up, will we march on?
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| Or just wait here in the lobby?
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| Will we start runnin'? |
| Or just stand still?
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| Either retreat or we storm hills
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| Will we believe or just be chill?
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| And if we don’t make a sound
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| Who will? |