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I will light a candle |
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For every word I spit |
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And I will hold the candels lit |
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With every note I'll do |
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Brighter and brighter than |
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All the blows |
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Brighter and higher than |
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All the fire |
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A light will rise |
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A light will rise |
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And the memories will surround |
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The light |
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And silence and respect * will |
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Sedate memories |
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Light upon the heads |
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That our holy war has killed |
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Light upon the souls |
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That never weapon took |
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All I know is injuries |
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And all I preach is life |
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Repent of being part |
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Of blind existence through the screen |
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Brighter and brighter than |
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All the blows |
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Brighter and higher than |
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All the fire |
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A light will rise |
