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Son of the morning, highest of all |
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You had so much going till you took the fall |
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Had a place in the glory but you wanted it all |
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Impossible odds but you had the gall |
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It seemed so unlikely that you would rebel |
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Such a worthy opponent that you knew so well |
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But you went down fighting when you heard the bell |
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Took a third down from heaven when you went to hell |
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This means war and the battle's still raging |
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War and though both sides are waging |
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The Victor is sure and the victory secure |
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But till judgment we all must endure |
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This means war! |
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Then came the cross you thought you had won |
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You thought you had conquered God's only Son |
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So much for Jesus, you said in jest |
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Then you got a visit from an unwelcome guest |
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This means war and the battle's still raging |
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War and though both sides are waging |
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The Victor is sure and the victory secure |
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But till judgment we all must endure |
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This means war! |
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Now it's all over down to the wire |
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Counting the days to your own lake of fire |
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But you'll go down fighting for all that you're worth |
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To try to abolish His image on earth |
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This means war and the battle's still raging |
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War and though both sides are waging |
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The Victor is sure and the victory secure |
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But till judgment we all must endure |
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This means war! |
