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It looks a lot like givin' up |
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The peace we bring is a bitter cup |
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Set our bodies down like offerings |
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While we pray to the |
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God of the lesser things |
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If the wind should shake this house apart |
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The cradle hits the ground with the broken heart |
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Will we say we never knew a thing? |
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While we pray to the |
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God of the lesser things |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Grace, grace |
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Ash to ash and dust to dust |
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Steel on steel or rain to rust |
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What mortal breath blood money brings |
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Forth from the altar of the lesser things |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Is there grace, grace |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Grace, grace |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Is there grace for a wayward heart? |
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Grace, grace |
