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It's not healthy, I know  Like I'm just putting on a show  Writing rhymes to forget  That I am very sick.    Maybe something's not right  This worsening plight 
And the truth is not in us. We are dead without Jesus. When we try to live alone. We see this flesh as just dry bones. Or we think that we are great. A life for us we alone can make.
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