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As the sun falls behind the sea, we lay in our beds |
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Wrestling, quarreling with the questions in our heads |
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Fear pillages and rapes my mind, I see it looking over me |
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Feel the fear, the fear of failure |
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Feel the fear of emptiness |
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Feel the fear of a promised death |
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Hanging over our heads |
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Feel the fear of it all crashing down |
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Feel the fear, feel the fear, feel the fear |
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Trudging, toiling, looking for some hope |
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And in time we?ll know |
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Finding no rest, more sleepless nights |
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Holding tight to the comforts of your wasted life |
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Shed your fear, what is the cost of living? |
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Shed your fear, will you pay the price? |
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Remove the earth, digging for truth |
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Quest for a calling to ransom back the dead |
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Seeking the truth inside, reaching for a bloodied hand |
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Shed the fear, condemned to a martyr?s death |
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I would gladly lose my life for the sake of Jesus Christ |
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Hear me now, if this be my final hour |
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Hear me now, if this be my final hour |
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Hear me now, hear me now if this be my final hour |
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With my last breath |
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No more fear, no more emptiness left in here |
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No more fear, I shed the fear of a promised death |
