| If you’re wanting me to sort this out
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| Then, honey, I will let you down
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| I know you want to think it’s all worked out
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| But there are places you don’t talk about
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| And there are things you really need to see
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| Beyond the order of the city streets
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| Out on the edges where the shadows lift
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| Something’s moving in the wilderness
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| All of your bricks didn’t build it
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| None of your doubts ever break it
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| So you can talk, talk all you want
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| I think we’re all lost till we’ve walked in the wilderness
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| You know the prophets and the madmen both
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| Hear a voice and call the desert home
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| They swear it’s gospel but you’ll never know
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| It’s only gossip till you go
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| And I’ve noticed how your garden grows
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| All the sweat you spend to keep it in such perfect rows
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| Did you miss the beauty blooming in the wild groves
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| All of your bricks didn’t build it
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| None of your doubts ever break it
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| So you can talk, talk all you want
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| I think we’re all lost till we’ve walked in the wilderness
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| I’ve noticed how your garden grows
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| All laid out in perfect rows
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| I noticed how your garden grows
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| All of your bricks didn’t build it
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| None of your doubts ever break it
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| So you can bow down all you want
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| If no one speaks back are you sure someone’s listening
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| If you got quiet for a moment
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| And finally put your faith where your mouth is
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| What are you afraid you will hear
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| I think we’re all lost till we’ve lived in the wilderness
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| Till we’ve lived in the wilderness
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| Till we’re living in the wilderness
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| If you’re wanting me to sort this out
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| Then, honey, I will let you down |