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I sing of the muse |
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My oar strikes the sea |
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Christ can't save me |
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Christ ran from me |
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I'm facing the gods |
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Now let the myth begin |
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Christ can't save me |
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Christ ran from me |
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I walked in the loneliest deserts |
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For forty days and forty nights |
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Wondering if I'd find my family |
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In the pitiless dunes of self-doubt |
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A choir of angels appeared |
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At the 4 corners of my earth |
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Bring meaning to my life |
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Bring darkness into light |
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We're from the dust of stars |
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How much truth is there to life? |
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Will the glory of Greece bring order to this life? |
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Come walk the edge with me |
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The glory of Greece destroyed by your father |
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Most have Jerusalem |
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Who needs Athens? |
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I myself when young |
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Did ask the saints of life |
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They said he wept for me |
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A crown of shame for me |
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Will the glory of Christ bring order to this life? |
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Come walk the edge with me |
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The glory of Greece destroyed by your father |
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Most have Jerusalem |
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Who needs Athens? |
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The storm of my birth, the haze hereafter |
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Lost in the forest I can't find light |
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The storm of my birth, the haze hereafter |
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Most have Jerusalem |
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Who needs Athens? |
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Come walk the edge with me |
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The truth, it lies in me |
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The force that forms and shapes |
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Brings order to this life |
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Now ask your saints of life |
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Now ask your saints of life! |
