| In my home town
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| For anyone who sticks around
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| You are either lost or you are found
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| There is not much in between
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| In my home town
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| Everything is still black and white
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| It is a long, long way from wrong to right
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| From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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| Everybody just wants to get high
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| Sit and watch a perfect world go by
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| We are all looking for love and meaning in our lives
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| We follow the roads that lead us
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| To drugs or Jesus
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| My whole life
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| I have tried to run, I have tried to hide
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| From the stained glass windows in my mind
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| Refusing to let God’s light shine
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| Down on me
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| Down on me
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| Everybody just wants to get high
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| Sit and watch a perfect world go by
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| We are all looking for love and meaning in our lives
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| We follow the roads that lead us
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| To drugs or Jesus
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| Everybody wants acceptance
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| We all just want some proof
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| Everyone is just looking for the truth
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| Everybody just wants to get high
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| Sit and watch a perfect world go by
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| We are all looking for love and meaning in our lives
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| We follow the roads that lead us
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| To drugs or Jesus |