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Faith is not something that |
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I graspIt's something that |
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I fake as |
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I'm slipping |
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As I'm falling through the cracks |
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Faith without actions is a mask |
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For making the same mistakes |
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As I'm slipping as |
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I'm falling through the cracks |
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Somehow I find beauty in our failings |
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Somehow I find meaning in these lies |
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Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture |
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Your back is begging sweetly for my knives |
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I'm spilling blood |
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Glancing down to hide my face |
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I walk with eyes closed tight |
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Through monuments of grace |
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Somehow I find beauty in our failings |
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Somehow I find meaning in these lies |
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Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture |
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Your back is begging sweetly for my knives |
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My faith is a front |
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I'm spilling blood |
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Glancing down to hide my face |
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I walk with eyes closed |
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Through monuments of grace |
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I'm spilling blood |
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Glancing down to hide my face |
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I walk with eyes closed |
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Through monuments of grace |
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Isn't it sweet how trusted with angels |
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And how so quickly |
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I break my promises? |
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Isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet? |