| We could wrestle with tomorrow
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| Till tomorrow’s in the past
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| Cause i have torn apart what’s beautiful
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| To prove that nothing last
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| I have stayed locked behind this door
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| To show there’s no way out
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| I’ve got lost within the space between
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| the question and the doubt
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| On an ordinary day
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| In an ordinary way
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| I have combed the cracks of virtue,
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| for a place to lay the blame
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| And I have hated, I have lied
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| Been guilty and denied
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| I’ve dismissed the ones who question me,
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| declaring, «I am right!»
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| What if I’m wrong?
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| What if I’m wrong?
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| I have built a wall between what I believe and what is true
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| I have sacrificed the love I have for power over you
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| I have inflicted those who disagree and walked over the weak
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| I have placed a gun within the mouth of those who dare to speak
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| On an ordinary day
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| In an ordinary way
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| I have crushed the minds of children with extraordinary shame
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| I have carried on this war, though no one wins an endless fight
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| I have claimed that God is guiding me, and killed to prove I’m right
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| What if I’m wrong? |
| Is this soul worth saving at all?
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| Because if I lose my wings, then surely I must fall
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| And God, thank.for.
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| We could wrestle with tomorrow till tomorrow’s in the past
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| We could tear apart what’s beautiful
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| to prove that nothing last
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| We could stay locked behind the doors to show there’s no way out
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| We got lost within the space between the question and the doubt
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| What if we’re wrong? |