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Take my riches - take my fame |
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Take the microphone - take the stage |
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Take my glory - take my name |
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Take, take, take, take, take it away |
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Suffer now - later we'll reign |
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And that applies to the saints that went against the grain |
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Life is hard but amidst the pain |
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You know the saints fight hard, we anticipate |
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That great day |
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When God applauds there'll be no remorse and no shame |
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Everything you thought you lost, you'll regain |
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And you'll get rewards because you behaved |
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Let me make it plain |
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All of the faithful saints will get paid |
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To prove your commitment to God is not vain |
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Then we'll get to enter the joy of our King |
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When I see His face |
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Not worried bout the things He'll say |
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I'll get my reward |
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I know I kept the faith |
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And now I see the Christ my King |
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And He is my reward |
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No, no, no this ain't home |
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Keep your platinum, keep your gold |
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Keep your black card and your Patron |
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None of that matters when I'm gone |
