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I can no longer carry the ark if it’s causing the death of my friends
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So I’ll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altars
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And baptize myself in the lake
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Oh, there was sorrow in every word
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Oh, how it longed to be heard
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But for the first time, I am not speaking, I am just listening until I can hear you
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On my own