| With the world to win behind us
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| Our hands shorn for all to see
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| They’ll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us
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| Of our defeat at Calvary
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| They’ll say our whole life is a locust
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| Disturbing their fractious peace
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| But it is they who mangle our horizons
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| Of our defeat at Calvary
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| But I see the light and I see the sea
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| Despite the future crashing down and closing over me
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| I got power over all my enemies
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| Listen to the martyrs cry for me
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| I see the light and I see the sea
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| The sun is going down but it won’t ease the burning
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| I’ve seen it written on the other side of history
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| Listen to the martyrs cry for me
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| With the world to win behind us
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| Our hands shorn for all to see
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| They’ll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us
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| Of our defeat at Calvary
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| They’ll say our whole life is a locust
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| Disturbing their fractious peace
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| But it is they who mangle our horizons
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| Of our defeat at Calvary
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| There are histories of violence
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| Reduce our memories to silence
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| Repressing all the stories of the unsung and unseen
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| Listen to the martyrs cry for me
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| I see the light and I see the sea
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| I’m ready for the spiral down
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| I’m waiting for perdition
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| But I can’t carry myself down to die in peace
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| Listen to the martyrs cry
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| With the world to win behind us
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| Our hands shorn for all to see
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| They’ll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us
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| Of our defeat at Calvary
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| They’ll say our whole life is a locust
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| Disturbing their fractious peace
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| But it is they who mangle our horizons
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| Of our defeat at Calvary |