| On solid ground stands the man whose conscience is untainted
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| He shall be blessed, shall be respected
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| May your smile no longer be forced;
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| A reason to give, a call to the inner lie
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| A reason to hold your principles up
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| A reason to live, maintaining your private sky
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| Hurting tent pegs in your mind
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| Out in the sea, deep in the ground, on top of the highest mountain
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| Wherever you hide, wherever you run
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| You’re the fly and the window alike
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| Thine statue is white, shines in the sun, solely blinds your eyes
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| Out of the light, into the darkness!
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| You will never reach its size…
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| A reason to give, a call to the inner lie
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| A reason to hold your principles up
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| A reason to live, maintaining your private sky
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| Hurting tent pegs in your mind |