| We listen to the tales and romanticize,
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| How we'd follow the path of the hero.
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| Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
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| How we rise to the height of our halo.
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| Listen to the tales as we all rationalize,
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| Our way into the arms of the savior.
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| Feigning all the trials and the tribulations.
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| None of us have actually been there,
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| Not like you...
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| Ignorant siblings in the congregation.
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| Gather around spewing sympathy,
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| Spare me...
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| None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
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| Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.
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| But enough about the collective Judas.
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| Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
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| Your little piece of the divine?
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| And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me
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| I'm gonna let it shine
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| To guide you safely on your way.
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| Your way home...
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| Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down?
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| Without you to guide them all to Zion?
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| What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
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| Other than tremble incessantly?
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| High is the way,
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| But our eyes are upon the ground.
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| You are the light and the way.
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| They'll only read about.
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| I only pray heaven knows,
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| When to lift you out.
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| 10,000 days in the fire is long enough.
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| You're going home...
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| You're the only one who can hold your head up high.
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| Shake your fist at the gates saying,
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| "I've come home now!
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| Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father.
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| Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
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| It's time now!
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| My time now!
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| Give me my
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| Give me my wings!"
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| Give me my
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| Give me my
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| Give me my
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| Give me my
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| Give me my
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| Give me my wings
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| You are the light, the way,
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| That they will only read about.
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| Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance.
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| Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
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| You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
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| Judith Marie, unconditional one.
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| Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence.
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| Difficult to see you in this light.
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| Please forgive this bold suggestion.
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| Should you see your maker's face tonight,
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| Look him in the eye.
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| Look him in the eye and tell him,
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| "I never lived a lie, never took a life,
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| But surely saved one.
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| Hallelujah
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| It's time for you to bring me home." |