| Once I stood alone so proud
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| Held myself above the crowd
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| And now I’m low on the ground
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| From here I look around to see
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| What avenues belong to me
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| I can’t tell what I’ve found
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| Now what would you have me do?
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| I ask you please
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| I wait to hear
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| The mother and the matador
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| The mystic, each were here before
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| Like me to stare you down
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| You appear without a face
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| Disappear but leave your trace
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| I feel your unseen frown
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| Now what would you have me do?
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| I ask you please
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| I wait to hear
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| Your voice
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| The word
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| You say
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| I wait
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| To see your sign
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| Would I
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| Obey?
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| I look for you in heathered moor
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| The desert and the ocean floor
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| How low does one heart go?
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| Looking for your fingerprints
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| I find them in coincidence
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| And make my faith to grow
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| Forgive me all my blindnesses
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| My weakness and unkindnesses
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| As yet unbending still
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| Struggling so hard to see
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| My fist against eternity
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| And will you break my will?
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| Now what would you have me do?
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| I ask you please
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| I wait to hear
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| Your voice
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| The word
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| You say
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| I wait
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| To see your sign
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| Would I
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| Obey?
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| Now what would you have me do?
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| I ask you, please
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| I wait to hear
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| Your voice
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| The word
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| You say
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| I wait
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| To see your sign
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| Could I
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| Obey? |