| Up in arms at the absence of perfection and at the apogee, we find we’re all
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| the same
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| Although the source defies a name the strain is clear
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| Inside our rights and the contradictions, still deciding who’s entitled or to
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| blame
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| To keep our heads above the shame, we rise and fall
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| When your faith is real, there’s only so much swept away
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| When I look down, whose hands come clean when we wash all our sins away?
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| We’ve got to break just to be unselfish
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| Forgetting how we once defined ourselves as one
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| Caught up in counting all we’ve won, we tear it down with the strength of our
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| fathers' vision
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| Can we somehow break ourselves of this decay as we endeavor on this way?
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| Endeavor on this way we rise and fall
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| When your faith is real, there’s only so much swept away
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| When I look down, whose hands come clean when we wash all our sins away?
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| And we don’t want to feel your pain
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| Stand above, it seems the same as painted fortunes bound to fade
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| The same example stripped away in vain
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| And I will try to bring you shelter from the bitter winds of your despair
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| Seems all that we ever do brings sadness
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| Make believe nobody cares |