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Those things that keep me from the truth
Leading me far away from you
They are dark and cold
But still I find that I am holding on, holding on
To those things that keep me standing still
Binding me here against your will
But I am sure that life is more than quietly surrendering
to all those things
So whatever is true
Whatever is noble
Whatever is right and pure and full of love
If it is worthy of praise and worthy of you
I will think about these things |