| Live a life of privilege
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| Pushing back the last, the lost, the least of these
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| To dull the edge of conscience with conceit
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| Live a life and see the world
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| Feel its weight on the shoulders
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| Of the least of these
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| It spins and twirls without rest or relief
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| It covers the strong the weak
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| Even the last, the lost, the least
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Step into a spacious place
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| Where pride and right will give way to the least of these
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| To know the face of who a man can be
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| It covers the strong the weak
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| Even the last, the lost, the least
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| His image shows
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| When we give our lives, our time, our own
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| To feed, to clothe
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Those in his image we have left alone
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| It covers the strong the weak
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| Even the last, the lost, the least
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| We all, we all wear dignity
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| God help a blind like me
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| Finding at last a voice we cry
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| And see with clear, unblinking eyes
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |