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Today I would learn |
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the art of leaving earth |
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the calculus of sin |
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and salvation |
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The war I waged with death |
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was far above my head, |
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the winds of Heaven met |
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the gates of Hell. |
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The angels sang eternally, |
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while the demons were encouraging |
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all that was inside of me |
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to give up hope. |
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This is how it feels, |
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this is how it feels. |
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You were standing there, |
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running a brush through your blonde hair, |
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unconcerned with the affair |
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because you had faith. |
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But I wish it came so easily |
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to a boy afraid of everything, |
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but this felt like an awakening, |
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it felt so free. |
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This is how it feels, |
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this is how it feels. |
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels. |
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When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering. |
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When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain. |
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When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day. |
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When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing. |
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For thy mortal self shall die, |
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but from the grave we will arise |
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and death will be described as a |
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paper ghost |