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The fleeting hours of mourning come |
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But soon pass away |
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The thought of laying 'neath a slab |
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Seems an unenticing gray |
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Life as it is, life as it was |
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The difference in dark and light |
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The only way to truly live is to |
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Let my flesh die |
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Romans 6 tells me I'm a slave |
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A slave of righteousness |
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My carnal mind tells me |
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From sin there will be no rest |
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Because of sacrificial rights |
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I now stand not condemned |
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Once a slave to mortality |
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I now reckon myself dead |
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I've reckoned myself dead |
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I've been entombed |
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Knowing this, that our old man |
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Was crucified with him |
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That the body of sin might be done away with |
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We should no longer be enslaved to sin |
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We are not to live as the damned |
