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You cover me! |
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I am spent and with death you paid my ransom |
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For the witness of your word |
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To bring them is the jackal's sin |
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Oh, the eyes of death are upon me |
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And the watchman takes his toll |
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If the river will run dry it will never take us home |
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With idle minds we grew unconscious as the hunter stalks his prey |
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His eyes, his eyes are locked on me |
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You cover the darkest part of me |
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free |
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Oh, make way for I am not the redeemer |
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Nor do the mountains fall in my name |
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But with slightest cry, my hunter |
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You will fail to reach your prey |
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Still with idle minds unconscious |
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As the hunter stalks his prey |
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His eyes, his eyes are locked on me |
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You cover the darkest part of me |
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free |
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With love that the blindest eyes will see |
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You cover the darkest part of me |
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As I am met with travesty |
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And I am broken and I am empty |
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And through it all I can see your face |
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With words unspoken I hear your voice |
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I see the hand, the hand that writes it all |
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You've called the wind to show its worth |
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You've called the sun to brag about its warmth |
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Because you are the writer |
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Because you are the soul of the world |
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You cover the darkest part of me |
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free |
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With love that the blindest eyes will see |
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You cover the darkest part of me |
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Because you are the writer |
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Because you are the writer |