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Adam wasn't full of knowledge,
Adam was ashamed.
Adam only knew about
that one mistake he made,

and the worst mistake ever
was to give these leaves to us.
I mean, our own doubts and fears
would be perfectly enough,

but no. We've got to hide them
and ignore what's at the roots.
We're told to love our fig leaves
more than we love the truth.

But I'm here to tell you Adam,
I'm shedding all your shame.
I'm throwing off this clothing
and I'm dancing in the rain.
I've got a lot to lose by speaking truth
but even more to gain.

So let's get naked.
Let your shame fall away
like shedding blankets.
Let your fear and your identity
hang around your ankles,

then let's run around,
show the world the stuff we've found,
the beauty we've kept hidden
underneath these
pounds and pounds
of extra clothing.

I'm shedding my self-loathing
and replacing it with trust.
I'm only here to love.
I'm through with thinking anyone's the judge.

And when we disrobe,
we let the light shine in.
We strip off the stuff that was left
from the lining.

I'm not signing autographs
'cause I don't even have a name.
I left it at the party in a pile
with all my pain.

And I'm trained to cover up.
I'm trained to hide my shame.
I'm trained in the fine art
of trying to stay sane.

In a world where judgment's passed,
where people are condemned,
we cover up our flaws long before
we work on them.

But I'm loving all my blemishes
with sentimental tenderness.
I'm writing down these sentences
defenseless.

And let's get naked.
Let your shame fall away
like shedding blankets.
Let your fear and your identity
hang around your ankles,

then let's run around,
show the world the stuff we've found,
the beauty we've kept hidden
underneath these
pounds and pounds
of extra clothing.

I'm shedding my self-loathing
and replacing it with trust.
I'm only here to love.
I'm through with thinking anyone's the judge.

credits

from Clothe Yourself in Righteousness, track released September 23, 2011
Written by Jon Watts
Violin by Marina Vishnyakova
Cello, Mixing and Mastering by Jake Thro

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