| From the heights of the low
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| I shall wallow in the mire
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| As above, so below
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| These transgressions take me higher
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| Until I’m laid to rest
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| I’ll be reaching to undress
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| This here harness I possess
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| The derisions of the flesh
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| Anything grown under the sun
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| Or subterranean slums
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| If it brings me closer to God
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| I’ll go there at any cost
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| The seed of his call
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| Causes moderation to appall me
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| Brings me closer to God
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| I’ll purchase at any cost
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| I will breed like a rat
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| Spread them all over the map
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| The day they all come crawling back
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| A whole procession nearly cracked
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| One will ask where were you then
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| Through my struggle as I went
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| Come sit down boy, I’ll explain
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| I gave you the mark of Cain
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| Anything grown under the sun
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| Or subterranean slums
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| If it brings me closer to God
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| I’ll go there at any cost
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| The seed of his call
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| Causes moderation to appall me
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| Brings me closer to God
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| I’ll purchase at any cost
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| Lift it up, lift it up, lift it up to where
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| It sets it deems on the horizons with its tender loving care
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| Yeah
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| Move it up, move it up, move it up into
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| Altitudes that strike up taller than the tallest buildings grew
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| Now push it up, push it up, push it up
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| Push it in every compartment that has still space left to fill
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| Now push it up, push it up, push it up
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| Lord, do you need a savior
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| Have you lost the steering wheel again |