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When i was young |
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i needed it |
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when i was young |
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i'd feed on it |
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and that was my fault to not know how far down the hole i have fallen |
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it was all right with me |
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now that i'm old |
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i breathe for it |
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now that i'm old |
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i sing for it |
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and, oh holy ghost, how have i wandered so far from my home |
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atonement so clean, replenishing me |
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and this the day |
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i die for it |
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and i will rejoice |
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and be glad in it |
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and now i am shown the treacherous pains to become something whole |
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redemption that's freed the burden from me |
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redemption so free discovering me |
