Some of it's mine...but I'm crazy so...
Oh the days when I've drawn lines around my self,
-to keep the world out? or to keep me in? maybe just to keep it safe.
And oh the sense of my own self-entitlement
-to say who's wrong, who won't be long, or who can not stay.
Oh the times when I have failed to recognize the bounty there around the Table.
Oh to break the bread and with it break these boundaries...
It's as though somebody, somewhere decided that we'd all be better off divided,
but some how despite the damage done;
He says "come" -
*There is room enough for all of us, and the arms are open wide enough,
Because our parts are never greater than the sum, here is the Heart of the one, who stands before the open door and say "come."
"There is room enough..."
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How come I do this every time?
This is my crime.
Please stop me from driving me out of my mind!
Oh I hate when this happens,
and I bet you hate when this happens!
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When you stand through the pain, then you won't drown, and so believe that one day the lost will be found...
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giving Purpose to Chance
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Nicht Schraube sie nach Unten.
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-to keep the world out? or to keep me in? maybe just to keep it safe.
And oh the sense of my own self-entitlement
-to say who's wrong, who won't be long, or who can not stay.
Oh the times when I have failed to recognize the bounty there around the Table.
Oh to break the bread and with it break these boundaries...
It's as though somebody, somewhere decided that we'd all be better off divided,
but some how despite the damage done;
He says "come" -
*There is room enough for all of us, and the arms are open wide enough,
Because our parts are never greater than the sum, here is the Heart of the one, who stands before the open door and say "come."
"There is room enough..."
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How come I do this every time?
This is my crime.
Please stop me from driving me out of my mind!
Oh I hate when this happens,
and I bet you hate when this happens!
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When you stand through the pain, then you won't drown, and so believe that one day the lost will be found...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
giving Purpose to Chance
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Nicht Schraube sie nach Unten.
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