He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys
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And the only roof he knows is that sometimes starry sky
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A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is his bed
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And its too cold to talk tonight
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So I just sit with him instead and think
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How did I find myself in a better place
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I cant look down on the frown on the other guys face
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Cause when I stoop down low, look him square in the eye
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I get a funny feeling, I just might be dealing
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With the face of Christ
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After sixteen years in a cold, gray prison yard
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Somehow his heart is soft, but keeping simple faith is hard
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He lays his Bible open on the table next to me
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And as I hear his humble prayer
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I feel his longing to be free someday
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How did I find myself in a better place
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I cant look down on the frown on the other guys face
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Cause when I stoop down low, look him square in the eye
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I get a funny feeling, I just might be dealing
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With the face of Christ
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See you had no choice which day you would be born
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Or the color of your skin, or what planet youd be on
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Would your mind be strong, would your eyes be blue or brown
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Whether daddy would be rich, or if momma stuck around at all
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So if you find yourself in a better place
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You cant look down on the frown on the other guys face
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You gotta stoop down low, look him square in the eye
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And get a funny feeling, cause you might be dealing ...
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How did I find myself in a better place
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I cant look down on the frown on the other guys face
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Cause when I stoop down low, look him square in the eye
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I get a funny feeling, I just might be dealing
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With the face of Christ
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With the face of Christ, yeah
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With the face of Christ
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