| In a world of winners and losers
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| Some are used, some are the users
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| It’s a push and shove race
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| Of trying to get ahead
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| In the dust of all the confusion
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| We make a choice, truth or illusion
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| Will we listen to lies
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| Or hear what the Father says
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| We are running in a human race
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| Where nobody wants to settle for second place
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| But we’ve got to run it at a different pace
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| 'Cause the first will be last
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| And the last will be first
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| At the end of the human race
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| In a day when values are changing
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| What kind of ground are we really gaining
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| Who are we trying to serve by going the extra mile
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| We can’t trade the truth for the fashion
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| We’ve got to live a life of compassion
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| And those we touch are the prize
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| That waits at the finish line
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| We are running in a human race
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| Where nobody wants to settle for second place
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| But we’ve got to run it at a different pace
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| 'Cause the first will be last
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| And the last will be first
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| At the end of the human race
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| We are running in the human race
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| We must run it at a different pace
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| 'Cause we’ll all meet the Father face to face
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| At the finish line of the human race
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| We are running in a human race
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| Where nobody wants to settle for second place
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| But we’ve got to run it at a different pace
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| 'Cause the first will be last
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| And the last will be first
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| At the end of the human race |