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Son of the morning--highest of all |
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You had so much going till you took the fall |
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Had a place in the glory but you wanted it all |
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Impossible odds but you had the gall |
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It seemed so unlikely that you would rebel |
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Such a worthy opponent that you knew so well |
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But you went down fighting when you heard the bell |
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Took a third of all heaven when you went to hell |
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This means war--and the battle's still raging |
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War--and though both sides are waging |
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The Victor is sure and the victory secure |
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But till judgement we all must endure |
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This Means |
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War! Then came the cross--you thought you had won |
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You thought you had conquered |
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God's only |
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Son "So much for Jesus" you said in jest |
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Then you got a visit from an unwelcome guest |
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Now it's all over down to the wire |
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Counting the days to your own lake of fire |
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But you'll go down fighting for all that you're worth |
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To try to abolish |
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His image on earth |
