It’s come to my attention
That I don’t know the state of my soul
While everyone around me
Is breaking their back not to know
And it’s hard to make time
And sense of it all
We find the narrow line and that’s where we walk
That I don’t know the state of my soul
While everyone around me
Is breaking their back not to know
And it’s hard to make time
And sense of it all
We find the narrow line and that’s where we walk
Oh, I’ll never know
What makes freedom seem so unknown
Oh, I’ll never know
Why we take our hearts for granted
And leave them all alone
It’s come to my attention
That everyone’s got someone to blame
no one’s taking chances
And wind up feeling the same
I'm vision impaired with no where to go
The saints of our time
Well, they must know
Oh, I’ll never know
What makes freedom seem so unknown
Oh, I’ll never know
Why we take our hearts for granted
And leave them all alone
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