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Keaggy-Walsh |
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I heard the news today that another soldier tumbled |
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A fragile warrior slipped and fell from grace |
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The vultures swooped to tear his heart and pin him to the ground |
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And from the shadows someone took his place. |
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Today we talk amongst ourselves, we never bought his words |
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We say we've seen the madness in his eyes |
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Tomorrow he's forgotten as we've scrubbed him from our hearts |
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And as he bleeds we slowly turn our eyes. |
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But it could've been me |
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall |
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It could've been me |
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The one who's always standing tall |
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too |
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Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me. |
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And in our hearts we fear the ones whose lives are like our own |
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Whose shadows dance like demons in our minds |
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We think to push them far away, we exercise our souls |
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We make them play the tune for all mankind. |
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Today we talk amongst ourselves, we never bought their words |
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We say we've seen the madness in their eyes |
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Tomorrow they're forgotten as we've scrubbed them from our hearts |
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And as they bleed we slowly turn our eyes. |
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But it could've been me |
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall |
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It could've been me |
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The one who's always standing tall |
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too |
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Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me. |
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But I believe there is a place where we can run and hide |
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When we know that we can't stand for one more day |
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And I believe You're waiting, Lord, to hold me very close |
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For You know without Your love I'd lose my way. |
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And it could've been me |
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall |
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It could've been me |
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The one who's always standing tall |
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too |
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Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me. |