| A single voice is joined by multitudes in song
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| With every verse
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| they’re finding harmonies that rise to heaven sure and strong,
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| Richer and richer the soil on which they thrive
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| Higher and higher a hymn of what it means to be alive
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take
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| You’ve got to leave a little more than was here
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| You may be prideful of the strides you will make
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| But keep one thing clear
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| You’re just a player in a much bigger plan
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| And still you have to give it all that you can
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| The very measure of your soul is at stake
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take
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| The seasons fly
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| A man stands where a boy once stood
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| His path unfolds and unafraid he walks in service of a greater good
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| Deeper and deeper the lessons he has known
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| Over and over the message he is surely being shown
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take
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| You’ve got to leave a little more than was here
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| You may be prideful of the strides you will make
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| But keep one thing clear
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| You’re just a player in a much bigger plan
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| And still you’ve got to give it all that you can
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| The very measure of your soul is at stake
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take
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| The very measure of your soul is at stake
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take
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| The very measure of your soul is at stake
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| You’ve got to give a little more than you take |