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Up Up Up Up Up
points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done by god
it's done by people
up up up up up up
points the fingers of the trees
the lumberjacks
with their bloody axes
are on their knees
and just when you think that you've got enough
enough grows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough knows
up up up up up up
dances the steam from the sewer
as she rounds the corner
the brutal wind blows right through her
up up up up up up
raises the stakes of the game
each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
and she's not the same
and just when you think that you've got enough
enough grows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough knows
and half of learning how to play
is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
have their own things to say
then she's trying to sing just enough
so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy
that gives what it is
and has nothing to prove
she crawls out on a limb
and begins to build her home
it's enough just to look around
to know she's not alone
up up up up up up
points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done by god
it's done by people
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it's done by people
but god's work isn't done by god
points the spire of the steeple
up up up up up up
to know she's not alone
it's enough just to look around
and begins to build her home
she crawls out on a limb
and has nothing to prove
that gives what it is
and make music like mercy
so that the air around her moves
then she's trying to sing just enough
have their own things to say
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
is learning what not to play
and half of learning how to play
enough knows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough grows
and just when you think that you've got enough
and she's not the same
each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
raises the stakes of the game
up up up up up up
the brutal wind blows right through her
as she rounds the corner
dances the steam from the sewer
up up up up up up
enough knows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough grows
and just when you think that you've got enough
are on their knees
with their bloody axes
the lumberjacks
points the fingers of the trees
up up up up up up
it's done by people
but god's work isn't done by god
points the spire of the steeple
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