| My head’s high but I’m wearing a blindfold
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| Forced to march to the rhythm of their cold fists
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| That play a beat on my cheeks and my lips
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| Joined by the clatter of the chains on my wrists
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| I have the right to remain blind
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| And if I open my eyes or my mind
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| I’ll get cast aside by the majority rule
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| But God distinguishes the wise from the fools
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| My head’s high but it’s starting to throb
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| I hate the sound of this bloodthirsty mob
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| Vain words are filling their sentences
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| They paid off the witnesses
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| They curse and they spit just for emphasis
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| I have the right to remain silent
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| And anything I say or I do they’ll malign
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| And they’ll use to accuse me in their court of law
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| But this is no court at all
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| It isn’t just
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| No, it isn’t just
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| But why do I contend?
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| They’re not my judge
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| No, they’re not my judge
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| So I am not condemned
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| No, I am not condemned
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| Come mutineers
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| Come do your worst tonight
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| Feast on my tears
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| And feed your appetite
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| I have no fear
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| I shed it with my rights
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| I’ll leave you here
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| I’ll leave you standing at the sight of my remains
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| They scream loud as I’m lead to the scaffold
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| My executioner shouts 'cause he’s baffled at my peace
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| They beat me 'till I crumple to my knees
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| My body’s crushed but my spirit’s at ease
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| I have the right to remain a coward
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| But I’ve been waiting for this day and this hour
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| And I pray that I’ll stay brave and true to the end
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| Oh, God, you know I’d do it again
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| Calling out to the end of the ledge
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| I’ll finally give what I pledged
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| I’m finally here at the edge
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| Of atonement
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| One step, one miraculous moment
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| I taste it
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| I sense it
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| I already own it
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| I have the right to remain God
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| But I could never fit in His crown
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| I took it off and I drowned in the thought that I’m only a man
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| And I can’t hold His world in my hands
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| It isn’t right
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| No, it isn’t right
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| But why do I protest?
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| I’ll be alright
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| Yes, I’ll be alright
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| When I have come to rest
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| When I have come to rest
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| Come mutineers
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| Come do your worst tonight
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| Feast on my tears
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| And feed your appetite
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| I have no fear
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| I shed it with my rights
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| I’ll leave you here
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| I’ll leave you standing at the sight of my remains
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| They offer me a sponge
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| It drips with blood and sour wine
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| But I’ll drink my Father’s cup
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| I’ll drink it 'till I drink it from the vine
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| Oh, how I thirst for this
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| I yearn for this
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| The taste of ecstasy
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| I’m finally comin' home (finally comin' home)
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| My bed is made upon the sea
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| It’s in the air
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| It’s filling up my lungs
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| I’m almost there
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| This is the breath before the plunge
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| Come Providence
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| Come take me home tonight
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| My hope of this
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| Has kept my burden light
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| Oh, sweet abyss
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| Wash this old world from sight
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| Come Providence
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| Come Providence
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| Come Providence
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| Come take me home tonight
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| My hope of this
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| Has kept my burden light
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| Oh, sweet abyss
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| Wash this old world from sight
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| Come Providence
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| Come Providence
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| My head’s high and I finally behold
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| That light that my faith always fortold
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| Oh, words can’t describe
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| How it feels to feel alive
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| Today I’m coming clean
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| I’m coming home
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| I’m giving everything
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| You’re worth it all
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| You’re worth it all
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| Jesus, You’re worth the offering |