| Barely beating now
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| My heart is overcome
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| I fear there’s nothing left for You
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| Can You hear my heart from there
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| It seems the distance is
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| What I chose to bear
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| So rip these tendons, they hinder my reach towards You
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| Rip these tendons, they hinder my reach towards You
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| Would You meet me here
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| Where I rest my bones
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| Where I lay my head down
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| This place is my escape
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| Oh God, I need You to initiate
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| Light up the sky
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| Set our hearts on fire
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| Light up the sky
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| Let us see our Creator
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| If the Titanic was made to sink
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| Then so was my heart
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| For I made sure it was impenetrable
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| Oh, what a wretched man I am
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| Who will save me from this flesh
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| Paul whispers in my ear
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| Oh, don’t worry my friend
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| You’re in good company
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| Poets before me have tried
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| To measure this love
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| And if 40,000 brothers cannot
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| With all of their quantity of love
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| Make up this sum
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| Then how can my heart contain this mass
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| It would only burst at the seams into
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| A million tender pieces
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| So what then
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| What good is a broken heart to You
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| Could you even hear my heart from there
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| And like a father assuring his son
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| To come home
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| Oh my son, it’s enough, it’s enough
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| So who am I to accept this grace
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| That just falls like rain
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| Cause we all know I chose to lay
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| My head in this desert
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| But like a fish out of water
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| We only know then what it means
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| To be parched
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| So if Christ is alive, the love
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| And the groom
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| Then take heed my friends
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| For chivalry is not dead
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| For I know no other lover who would
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| Have met me here in this place
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| So I awake and I rise from my bed
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| Of complacency
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| Oh, my God I’ve been sleeping
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| With a corpse
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| Oh, and these bed sores they still
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| Rest in my bones
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| Oh, how I’ve made a beautiful dance
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| With this cadaver but my audience
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| Is appalled
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| Oh, how strong these tendons
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| How they desperately need to rip
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| From this ancient Adam
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| So light up the sky and
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| Set me a flame
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| Burn this bone and tissue
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| For I no longer want to be
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| Entangled in this sinew
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| That hinders my reach towards You |