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I will testify though I walk this road alone |
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Though all my brothers fade away, I will hold to you |
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Conviction has stripped away with time |
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The flame of passionate love |
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That once burned deep inside has blown away |
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And washed out with the rain |
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The tower of your faith has crumbled to the ground |
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Crushing those that held to you |
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And in your place, we dug a shallow grave |
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Hoping to see a change, a resurrection |
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And so we fight for the heart |
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Holding nothing back till we see the sun on the horizon |
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Bringing light to this barren wasteland, power of ages old |
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Held in the mighty hands of God |
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Pushed out and thrown away like a painful memory |
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Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly |
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Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation |
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Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly |
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Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation |
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Broken in two, our faith has fallen victim to shame |
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Run from the truth, run from the freedom of absolutes |
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Is there anyone left who still cares? |
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Reconcile, take back our stolen hearts |
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Reconcile, take back what is rightfully yours |
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Set apart |
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Set us apart, set us apart |
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Set apart our hearts only for you |
