| Don’t place your trust in foolish promises sworn
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| Nor cryptic message scrawled upon every wall
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| Street corner justice beware
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| The spirit will find you always be fair
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| The shallow verse once read means nothing at all
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| Nor fearful gestures made for instant recall
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| In lies your heart will not share
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| The spirit inside used without care
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| The spirit that guides you follow it through
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| To the spirit inside you always be true
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| You know you’ll despair
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| If the spirit inside is used without care
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| The battlefield of glory pales into rust
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| The river flows much thicker fed by each thrust
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| No beast alive does compare
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| The spirit beside you everywhere
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| Let not your head be turned by tainted reward
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| And dreams of fortune won forever to hoard
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| Your conscience could not repair
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| The spirit inside used without care
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| 'Cause it will be your shelter, help you how to decide
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| And it will be your helper should your loyalties divide
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| The ash of pages swept before the cruel wind
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| The loss of choices praises no-one will sing
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| No clues to how you will fare
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| The spirit implores you tread where you dare
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| The dust lies thick on casket rich or quite poor
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| Distinction disappears the worm both deplore
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| The candle burns out once more
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| But the spirit inside you won’t be ignored |