| There’s a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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| There’s a whole lot of pride that won’t let go
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| There’s a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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| That shows no sign of giving up control
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| I’ve drawn all the curtains
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| I’ve turned out all the lights
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| Scared to death somebody else might see
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| There’s a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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| And there’s no one here but me
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| There’s a whole lot of demons in this room
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| They want it all, and they don’t wanna share
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| There’s a whole lot of demons in this room
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| And none of them believe in fighting fair
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| Some sit on my left
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| Some sit on my right
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| They talk so loud it’s hard to disagree
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| I’m surrounded by the demons in this room
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| And there’s no one here but me
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| And I can’t quite remember how to pray anymore
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| I can’t quite remember what to say anymore
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| If it turns out that I can’t have my way anymore
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| How will I know which way to turn, when I walk out the door?
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| There’s a molecule of faith in this room
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| What they used to call the mustard seed
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| There’s a molecule of faith in this room
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| And a book that says that’s all I’ll ever need
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| I don’t know where it is, but I hope I find it soon
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| Cause nothing else will ever set me free
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| There’s a molecule of faith in this room
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| And even though it’s much too small to see
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| If I have the courage to believe
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| I’ll find the one who left it here for me |