| My neighbor is a better man than I
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| And from your hands do all good things derive
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| So if my heart should swell
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| And of itself think well
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| Then humble me till I am fully thine
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| There’s war within my fragile skin
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| A violent revolt for mastery over my soul
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| Control is the strong man’s hoax
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| Skill and wealth are my only hope
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| A selfish grasping for worthless thrones
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| And it tells me «I am greatest»
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| So I gave it not one inch
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| Still it spread throughout my limbs
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| For my solace in the victory
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| Was the proof of my defeat
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| Who is worth anything apart from you?
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| Who could own anything?
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| My neighbor is a better man than I
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| And from your hands do all good things derive
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| So if my heart should swell
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| And of itself think well
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| Then humble me till I am fully thine
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| I’ve been turning wine to water
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| And crippling my healthy brothers
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| I’m walking on the ocean floor
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| And stirring up the fiercest storms
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| No I did not pour out these tides
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| Or tell these planets to align
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| My breath could never give new life
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| So why am I so full of pride |