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Divine intervention |
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So few and far between |
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Like lightning when it touches to the ground |
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Answer me the question |
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I'm ready to believe |
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I hold my breath before I let it out |
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The face we show |
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The one we hide |
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The hands we hold and leave behind |
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For all we lose |
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And all we find |
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Here while we live and while we die. |
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The wait for redemption |
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It gets heavy on the mind |
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And I burn my eyes out staring at the sun |
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At this intersection |
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We are looking for the signs |
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And up ahead these roads they bend to one |
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The ties we bind |
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The ones we break |
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The solid ground beneath us shakes |
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What it tears down and what it makes |
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And what we give is all we'll take |
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(To ride along the horizon |
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When these days are gone |
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It's what we become |
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As we ride along the horizon |
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When theses days are gone |
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It's what we become.) |
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The face we show |
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The one we hide |
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The hands we hold and leave behind |
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For all we lose |
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And all we find |
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Here while we live and while we die. |
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The ties we bind |
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The ones we break |
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The solid ground beneath us shakes |
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What it tears down and what it makes |
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And what we give is all we'll take. |
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Divine intervention |
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Hanging in the air we breathe |
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And I'll fill my lungs with all that they can hold |
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As for all the questions |
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We've got everything we need |
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To guide us now whichever way we go. |
