| Did I pledge my allegiance
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| For the purpose of progress
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| To a priest or a prophet
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| Playing god in the process?
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| Was I chasing convenience
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| In a wave of disaster
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| Where the captain’s a captor
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| And I’m a puppet to pastor?
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| A worthless war
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| A curtain torn
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| To take control of the ship
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| A nail of shame
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| A broken vein
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| To write redemption a script
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| A truthless gun
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| A dying Son
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| To turn the tables we flipped
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| Turn the tables we flipped
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Nah nah nah, nah
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| They don’t get it, I don’t get it
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| We’re committed to sticks and stones
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| What’s a vision if it’s driven to imprison?
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| I don’t know
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| They don’t get it, I don’t get it
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| We’re committed to sticks and stones
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| Undecided, but I’m trying still divided
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| So it goes
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| A worthless war
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| A curtain torn
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| To take control of the ship
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| A nail of shame
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| A broken vein
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| To write redemption a script
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| A truthless gun
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| A dying Son
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| To turn the tables we flipped
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| Turn the tables we flipped
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Turn the tables we flipped (Nah nah nah, nah)
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Take control of the ship
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Write redemption a script
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Turn the tables we flipped
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| Paint the beauty we split
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| Nah nah nah, nah
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| Show me a man and honest mission
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| I’m willing to hope beyond suspicion
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| Show me the race, I’ll run the distance
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| Longing to give and taste forgiveness
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| Dying to live a pure religion
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| Settle the rush to chase a mission
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| Open my eyes and soul to listen
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| Listen |