| I walk the streets alone here, I go with head hung down
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| The heavens laugh so hard at me that I cannot bear the sound
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| A home to every lonely, an ear to every cry
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| An eye to every suffering and lost to reasons why
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| And of all the awful things I’ve heard
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| The worst must be those terrible words
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| If I don’t do it, that man will
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| Be it steal, rape or kill
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| I strive to be a good man, I know it serves me well
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| So how and when this start was made, I truly cannot tell
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| I’ve loved and I have been loved
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| I was not always true
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| And at times I feel to stay alone
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| Is the honest thing to do
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| Still in all I’ve best conceived
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| That I did fall in fleshy need
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| And taking water laced with sin
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| Seen what love is up against
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| My mind is full of worry, and wonder at itself
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| I search all day for answers, and nothing ever helps
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| I don’t believe the stories of high and holy ghosts
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| And if anything should matter, then what should matter most?
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| To the thought I will abide
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| That hate is foolish, love is wise
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| Words the old man softly spoke
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| Left the world to live in hope |