| Save me from the pain
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| I’m falling down
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| Don’t you hear me calling?
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| I need you now
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| Fill me 'til I’m whole with your holy light
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| Give me sanction
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| Can you bring me back to life?
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| I been running from the pain in my brain
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| Got stains on my scene while I search for the real me
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| Search for the real me, lost in the night
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| Only talk to angels when I’m lost in a height
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| I don’t really wanna get lost in my mind
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| So I pray until I feel I’m getting lost in the vibe
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| Then I took the bottle up and I drink it to my what?
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| Yep, drink it to my fucking soul’s lost in my eyes
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| But I don’t really wanna drown no, 'cuz I’m not that trusting
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| But I’ma keep coming 'round though, till I’m sure that I found something
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| And when I tell you what it is, you better talk to God, remember
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| No feelings, no thoughts allowed
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| And if pain’s a trapdoor then I need God
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| And so send someone to come walk me out
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| But don’t think, don’t talk about it
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| Wait, don’t sing, don’t tell nobody
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| Wait, don’t drink, don’t fail your body
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| Wait, don’t scream, no, fucking shout it
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| See, these voices in my head are the fucking loudest
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| So belligerent, so fucking rowdy
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| And my tunnel vision’s so fucking clouded
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| And I don’t really have a motherfucking outlet
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| So, I talk to God, but I don’t really know if He can hear me
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| But you know Him well, and I think that you could bring Him near me
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| So I keep praying, every word that I keep saying
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| Every part of me that I needed shield from
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| Every part of me that needs saving
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| None of this’s real, when it calls you
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| Thought I found you, now I’m lost too
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| I’ve been listening to service sermons
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| A lotta redefining, a lot of words reworded
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| A lotta thoughts detected and thoughts suggested
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| A lotta stuff that resonates with certain persons
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| I’ve been searching for the truth but it’s embedded in lies
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| Read every single verse until I’m red in my eyes
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| And God’ll only hear you when you offering ties
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| And protection is the truth
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| But when the Devil’s a lie
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| But what am I to do when the Devil is I?
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| And everything I touch seems to shrivel and die?
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| My mama always said I was a rebel inside
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| But now I’m looking for some peace and a benevolent I
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| And how it feels to need that, some humbling pie
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| And how long it will take when it comes from the sky
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| Means I’ll probably be waiting until I crumble and die
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| And just wrestling with Satan while I’m struggling by
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| So, I think, I talk about it
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| Wait, I drink, I tell somebody
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| Wait, I sink, I fail my body
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| Wait, I scream, I’m fucking shouting
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| Cause these voices in my head are the fucking loudest
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| So belligerent, so fucking rowdy
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| And my tunnel vision’s so fucking clouded
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| And I don’t really have a motherfucking outlet
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| So, I talk to God, but I don’t really know if He can hear me
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| And you know him well, and I think that you could bring him near me
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| So I keep praying, everything that I keep saying
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| Every part of me that I needed shield from
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| Every part of me that needs saving
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| Did he die on the cross for this?
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| Do you have any fucking proof?
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| Everything here is man-made
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| And I’m just searching for some fucking truth
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| Cause everything they ever told me not to do
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| Has always made me question what freedom is
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| Why listen to the words when they not from you?
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| And why feel judged when I freely live?
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| Now I know what the fucking root of evil is
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| And why peace is dead, but evil lives
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| Everybody thinking they can talk to you
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| And what they believe in they hearts are true
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| Now they feel that they had the right to persecute
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| Judge, doom to hell and come first to you
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| Now I don’t really know who wrote the Bible
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| But nothing under the sun goes unrecycled
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| Take every shot you have with a fucking rifle
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| Cause you rarely ever get a chance for revival
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| So, just think, just talk about it
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| Wait, just think, just tell somebody
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| Wait, don’t blink, don’t fail your body
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| Wait, just scream, just fucking shout it
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| So the voices in your head fall abruptly silent
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| And the blood in your veins flows rough and violent
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| And you see everything with your lifted eyelids
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| And every burden you carry is eventually lighted
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| And you talk to God, even when you ain’t sure he hears you
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| And you give it to Him, tell Him, He can keep the pain and fears too
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| And you keep praying, only now you don’t repeat sayings
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| Cuz you know when you let it go, then you receive savin
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| «How many people here look for Jesus to solve their problems? |
| Lots of people.
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| And how many of those people are fixed? |
| None of them know fucking about shit,
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| they’re all fucking fucked up. |
| Anything to help you escape. |
| It takes it,
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| it takes something to just say, 'Fuck it! |
| This is reality, I’m gonna deal with
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| it!' |
| But do we ever really deal with it? |
| Deal with it, stop running,
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| stop trying to find these substitutes? |
| Stop trying to find Jesus in strangers,
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| and Jesus in church, and God, and find God in yourself. |
| Powerful thing, yeah?» |