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Seventeen itself assured in secret so to blame |
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Hold it in, it's not a sin, it's just a shame |
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You're not alone, this man he loves you |
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In spite of everything you are |
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But not by my grace |
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Of the shadows cast in corridors of human hearts |
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Faith is fact my favorite fiction by far |
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And every step I've ever taken |
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In its grip, the core's the same |
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I've fallen on my face |
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I, I'm no more than what you see |
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Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees |
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Time took all the faith I need |
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Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds |
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Close your eyes and hold on, this will all be over soon |
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Just another pound of flesh before you go |
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And after all the dirt and pain and hate and sin has washed away |
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What's left of me to love? |
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I, I'm no more than what you see |
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Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees |
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Time took all the faith I need |
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Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds |
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If you love me at all |
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Just let me go and be no more |
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Jesus, though I don't believe in this whole give-and-take |
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Won't you just deliver me once more for old times sake? |
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I, I'm no more than what you see |
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Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees |
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Time took all the faith I need |
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Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds |
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I, I'm no more than what you see |
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Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees |
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Time took all the faith I need |
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Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds |
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My faith, my fears, all I believe |
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My home, my heart is all I have free |
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My smile, my tears, all I have free |
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Will die with you and this to see |
