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Flyleaf - Swept Away |
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The evil fell from your pretty mouth |
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Wrapped in your classic voice |
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Angelic in your syntax, demonic in your motive |
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Your pretty eyes don't know |
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That the water flowing from this well isn't fresh |
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Demolish all that sets you up against your rising up |
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Confessing all that's broken and watch the healing come |
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Spread out your open hands |
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Admit you've held them shut |
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Turn all the way around |
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Be swept away by this |
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Time for surrender |
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Spread out your open hands |
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And He will raise you up |
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Confessing all that's broken |
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And watch the healing come |
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Spread out your open hands |
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Admit you've held them shut |
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Be swept away by this |
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Your clothes are smooth and spotless |
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The air is putrid sewage |
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Downwind of your pressed church clothes |
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Your eyes are black and empty |
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Your deeds are just for showing |
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How big and bright your fake smile glows |
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I see you moving and their getting scared |
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Their eyes are focusing on something else |
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You're staring at me and I stare at you |
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I rage against everything that you do |
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See them surrender |
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Spread out your open hands |
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And he will raise you up |
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Confessing all that's broken |
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Look at the healing come |
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Spread out your open hands |
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Admit you've held them shut |
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Be swept away by this |
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I see you moving and their getting scared |
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Their eyes are focusing on something else |
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You're staring at me and I stare at you |
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I rage against everything that you do |
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So get this hell out out of my way |
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There's nothing more that you can say so |
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Get this hell out, get this hell out, out out of my way |
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We spread our open hands |
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And He is rising up |
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Repairing all that's broken |
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Look at the healing come |
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We spread our open hands |
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Forgiveness holds them up |
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We're swept away by this |