| With your hand over your heart
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| And your Boy Scout face
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| You win a new merit badge
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| For a weakness for faith
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| For a love of strangers
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| For a love of dangers
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| That most people don’t feel
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| Because they don’t really feel
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| They’re like tables and chairs
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| They’re like forks and knives
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| They’re like planes and trains —
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| Hear 'em bump in the night —
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| And their souls aren’t talking
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| They just wash up on the bank
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| And there their souls are beautiful
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| But finally start to stink
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| Their souls aren’t talking
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| And there are no choirs singing
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| It’s just the pull of the ocean
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| Not even freedom is ringing
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| It’s just a river through Memphis
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| It’s just a song by Led Zeppelin
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| You 'gotta whole lotta love'
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| They want the sound of heaven
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| And that was all you could give them
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| That was all you could give them
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| For people wouldn’t be caught dead
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| To be seen really living
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| Grace is always forgotten but never forgiven
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| And I know all of this because I’m just like them
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| I’m like some dirty old spy outside the Garden of Eden
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| They say that fear is a gift, well it kept me breathing
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| You thought I was busy?
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| Well I was just busy running
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| Running from your beauty
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| Some run from the devil
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| Some from their own history
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| Some run from their hopes
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| And some run to the sea
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| Stupid, don’t you agree?
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| Grace is always forgotten but never forgiven |