| On the outside looking in,
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| never been able to crack the code to break the secret spell,
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| That would open up the door and let me in,
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| To everything i’ve been looking for so hard i’ve never seen.
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| But I feel my strength returning tonight,
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| It’s pouring from the purest well to ever give water,
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| Out into an ocean where the sharks are circling,
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| Carnival of counterfits has no room for something real.
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| Arrogance an ego wrapped around every word,
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| Shouted from the pulpit as a judgement to control,
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| These are my roots my seed was thrown in shallow soil,
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| I grew into the thorn bushes to be scorched by the sun.
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| But I feel the gravel move beneath my feet,
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| The smell of the gasoline mixed in with the trees,
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| When my faith is strong I know my strength,
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| The threats will be screamed when the vultures feel threatened.
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| So I’ll open up the door and let you in,
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| Wanna break the Alabaster, smell the sweet perfume,
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| When the bottles broken I’ll have nothing left to give,
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| I’ll know I’ll already have everything worth having.
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| But I feel my strength returning tonight,
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| It’s pouring from the purest well to ever give water,
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| Out into an ocean where the sharks are circling,
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| Carnival of counterfits wanna crucify something real. |