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I can only imagine that wrath is being held out |
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So there will be time for us to be redeemed |
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But surely wrath is not being held out |
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So that we may redeem ourselves |
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For I have seen the madness of those who died trying |
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But is regret only a word that the living possess? |
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But is regret only a word that the living possess? |
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I long to see their faces regardless of the decay |
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For in the eyes of the deceased |
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We would see hope in our last day |
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Inside this dying world |
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For there is still, for there is still beauty |
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Inside this dying world |
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For what good is there holding off wrath |
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If we are determined to bring wrath upon ourselves |
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Wrath upon ourselves |
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To bring wrath upon ourselves |
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We would see hope in our last day |
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Inside this dying world |
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For there is still, for there is still beauty |
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Inside this dying world |
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We would see hope in our last day |
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Inside this dying world |
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For there is still, for there is still beauty |
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Inside this dying world |
