| Is Jesus your pal?
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| Do you call out his name,
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| When your concience is shivering?
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| Do you need someone too,
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| Just like those people who
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| Find peace in someone’s promises?
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| You sure don’t need my promises…
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| So come and sit on my box,
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| Enjoy the view of this water,
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| Where my lifeboat is sinking.
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| If you open your eyes,
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| Take a look at this mess,
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| Could you fake your reflection, child?
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| If you reach out for more,
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| You’ll find nothing but sorrow.
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| 'Cause knowledge is hollow.
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| And pride is hard to swallow.
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| So come and sit on my box,
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| Take a view of this water,
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| Where my lifeboat is sinking. |