| Buried beneath the earth
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| Covered, forgotten
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| Destined to rise
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| Again
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| The light
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| Feels just right
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| As it pierces through me
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| Like a knife
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| And I
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| Can’t help but cry
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| As I cradle the me
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| That has died
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| My legs are shaking
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| Cry like a baby
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| But I’m getting a little stronger
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| Yeah, I’m getting a little stronger
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| My fears are waning
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| The trumpets are playing
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| As I get a little closer
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| As I get a little closer
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| The light
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| Feels just right
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| As
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| to me
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| Like a knife
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| And I
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| Can’t help but cry
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| As I pull myself through
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| The womb of the night
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| My legs are shaking
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| Cry like a baby
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| But I’m getting a little stronger
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| Yeah, I’m getting a little stronger
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| My fears are waning
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| The trumpets are playing
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| As I get a little closer
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| As I get a little closer
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| I believe we are made of love
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| Put here in chains to break free and arise above
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| I believe we are here to see
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| But after and trials and struggles the truth is hard to receive
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| That the kingdom is always in reach
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| Crowns fit for you and me, I know it’s hard to believe
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| When the world is overridden with violence, women are silenced
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| I know my perspective’s not easy to side with
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| But what if God is here undercover, hidden within each other
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| Beneath the rubble, just waiting to be discovered
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| Beneath the trauma, just waiting to be uncovered
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| Beneath the heartbreak just waiting to be recovered
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| Under the covers, we are the giants, awaken from our sleep
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| Squeezing through the narrow tunnels of our beliefs
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| And although I know that this may hurt
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| This is the great rebirth
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| Yeah, this is the great rebirth
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| I know that it may hurt, yeah
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| This is the great rebirth
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| Buried beneath the earth
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| Covered, forgotten
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| Destined to rise
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| Again |