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I was hollow and closed, in the morning I could not see. |
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Your beloved goodness rained itself out on me. |
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I raged against You like a river on a stone. |
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But against that tidal wave, I am overthrown. |
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Mercy, mercy, mercy. |
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Well I was tossed in the wealthy [?] and leaning on myself. |
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I played that religion card; I put Jesus on a shelf. |
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Born into darkness I kept putting off the grave. |
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Oh yeah, thinking my own goodness could get me through heaven's gates. |
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I beg You to come and take away all my ancient fears. |
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This bloodied history we all cling onto so dear. |
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All around me was a blinded fantasy. the truth in the mirror of a foul vanity. |
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You walk upon heaven, You walked upon the earth. |
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You brought me my salvation; for me, a second birth. |
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You took my broken cross up to cavalry. |
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You sang my redemption song, well hang it on my tree. [?] |
