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if i would let you into my heart |
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would you thank the lord would you tear it apart |
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and if words could talk the monster down |
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would you leave it alive or go in for the strike |
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and if dark were over thrown by the light |
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would the night turn to day |
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would it all turn to gray |
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and if time could tell you whose in charge |
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would you follow their lead? |
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would you plot their defeat.. |
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gains before sorrow came |
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gains far less |
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evil brought stronger eyes |
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stronger eyes |
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my sight is terrible son |
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terrible son |
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but i could hear you from |
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miles away |
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if violence was all that you knew |
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would you seek the whole truth |
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or stand next to the troops |
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and if fever were to swell the whole land |
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would you paint yourself red |
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or put ice to it's head |
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and if jesus were to rise and to slay |
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would you tell him to go? |
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would you ask him to stay? |
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and if you would let me into your heart |
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would i thank the lord |
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would i tear it apart. |
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if flesh could crawl back to the bone |
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from terrors |
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build tiny sacred biolimbs from the marrow |
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(then) the pilot may stand or talk |
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like a fellow |
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but he's nothing more then pieces |
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over a hollow |
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it is the same exact team |
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it is a walking pathway |
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and once your headed down it |
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there ain't no turning back |
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our words are cautionary |
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because words are fun to say |
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you've got a lot to carry |
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but once your there you stay there |
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they arrived at my bed |
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holding things they'd like to show |
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after all |
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they still cling |
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to my eyes |
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and the words that they said |
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that still echo through my mind.. |
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hell, they're the words i couldn't find |
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on my own |