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On solid ground stands the man whose conscience is untainted He shall be blessed (shall be respected) May your smile no longer be forced A reason to give, a call to the inner lie A reason to hold your principles up A reason to live, maintaining your private sky Hurting tent pegs in your mind A reason to give, a call to the inner lie A reason to hold your principles up A reason to live, maintaining your private sky Hurting tent pegs in your mind Out in the sea, deep in the ground, on top of the highest mountain Wherever you hide (wherever you run) You're the fly and the window alike Thine statue is white, shines in the sun, solely blinds your eyes Out of the light (into the darkness) You will never reach its size A reason to give, a call to the inner lie A reason to hold your principles up A reason to live, maintaining your private sky Hurting tent pegs in your mind A reason to give, a call to the inner lie A reason to hold your principles up A reason to live, maintaining your private sky Hurting tent pegs in your mind From Letras Mania