| You have come along
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| Provided thus far for yourself a song
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| That will guide you in health
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| You don’t know this heartbreaking hell
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| That I know, but I promise you will
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| You have strung along
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| Your thoughts on the side
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| You have laid awake at night
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| And you’ve cried, «It's not fair.»
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| But then tell me, what is?
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| If he’s there, well then why’s there all this?
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| Have you heard what they are calling you now?
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| Have you seen all the unsaid and somehow
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| Should I stand up for a God I can’t feel with my hands
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| If I long for what’s real?
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| And if we could see
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| The deeds that we’ve done
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| We would stand ashamed
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| And know we’ve not won
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| Who are we to expect any more, when we lie
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| And then walk out the door?
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| Have you heard what they are calling you now?
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| Have you seen all the unsaid and somehow
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| Should I stand up for a God I can’t feel
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| With my hands if I long for what’s real?
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| Have you heard what they are calling you now?
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| Have you seen all the unsaid and somehow
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| Should I stand up for a God I can’t feel
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| With my hands if I long for what’s real? |