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I see my faith before me |
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It's always there before |
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And I can no more own it |
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Than I can own the road that |
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I'm on And |
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I don't know where it leads me |
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I don't know where it leads me |
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Peace and resurrection |
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Suffering and dejection |
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I don't know |
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here |
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear |
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So I'll turn my back to the black |
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And fall And wait for the mystery |
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To rise up and meet me |
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There are as many takers |
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As there are hearts to take it |
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There are so many fakers |
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I myself have faked it |
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I should know |
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Sometimes this has left me |
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Groping in the darkness |
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Hoping in the darkness |
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I will run into you again |
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here |
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear |
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So I'll turn my back to the black |
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And fall And wait for the mystery |
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To rise up and meet me |
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here |
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear |
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So I'll turn my back to the black |
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And fall Pray for the mystery |
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To rise up and meet me |
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Oh I'll wait for your mystery |
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To rise up and lead me home |
