| We are all homeless in one way or another
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| Whether we’ve lost ourselves to lust
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| Inflamed passions for things desired; | 
| forgotten the other
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| Wandering aimlessly, in love with something
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| that will only collect dust
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| Or perhaps we’ve been led into the wilderness
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| by some radiant lover, just to be left out in the cold
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| A distant memory, and the warmth of home
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| What are we then to do?
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| 'Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another
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| There was truth and dignity in that oath
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| Can there be any hope for their retention, in its breaking?
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| That even while being disavowed, we recognize humanity
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| We have all made mistakes,
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| And God, I’ve made mistakes
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| But my mistakes haven’t made me
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| Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone
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| Can you still be kissed by fire, give up your seed
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| And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?
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| We’ve been led into the wilderness
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| by some radiant lover, just to be left in the cold
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| A distant memory, the warmth of home
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| 'Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another
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| We’ve all made mistakes, every last one of us
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| And just because we’ve told a lie, can we not still grow to be honest?
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| Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone
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| Can you still be kissed by fire, give up your seed
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| And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?
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| Thrown off kilter
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| None of us would have thought
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| We’d be who we are now
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| When we were still little
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| Eyes wide to possibility
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| Who could have known
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| That we’d witness such depravity |