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I Can't Even Find My Soul By Peter Kern Life is moving at a wicked pace Broken down and weary from the chase Procrastinating clouds abound but there's no rain Every exit of the maze leads down into the mental drain Heads and shoulders, backs and knees Bone by bone, piece by piece Whoever thought we could sink so low... I can't even find my soul It's still alive because the bible tells me so Unnamed ashamed spineless tasks and dirty deeds Such tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive Chorus: Favors of another age Our kindly little deeds We called upon the world to stop To worship us and heed They stopped and looked and flattered us With words we could not trust Then the audience turned away... Good intentions turn to dust Seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much Freedom writhe with danger is the safest thing that we own Not holier for being praised or worse for being stoned Chorus: Favors of another age Our kindly little deeds We called upon the world to stop To worship us and heed They stopped and looked and flattered us With words we could not trust Then the audience turned away... The only way to get back on our feet, is to stand up Don't shrink from the joy of life, no matter what Sympathy is never wasted except when turned upon yourself Save me a place in heaven, I’ve done my time in hell
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