| Seventeen itself assured in secret so to blame
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| Hold it in, it’s not a sin, it’s just a shame
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| You’re not alone, this man he loves you
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| In spite of everything you are
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| But not by my grace
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| Of the shadows cast in corridors of human hearts
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| Faith is fact my favorite fiction by far
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| And every step I’ve ever taken
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| In its grip, the core’s the same
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| I’ve fallen on my face
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| I, I’m no more than what you see
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| Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees
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| Time took all the faith I need
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| Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds
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| Close your eyes and hold on, this will all be over soon
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| Just another pound of flesh before you go
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| And after all the dirt and pain and hate and sin has washed away
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| What’s left of me to love?
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| I, I’m no more than what you see
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| Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees
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| Time took all the faith I need
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| Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds
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| If you love me at all
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| Just let me go and be no more
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| Jesus, though I don’t believe in this whole give-and-take
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| Won’t you just deliver me once more for old times sake?
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| I, I’m no more than what you see
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| Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees
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| Time took all the faith I need
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| Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds
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| I, I’m no more than what you see
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| Never let me halfway on a cross or on my knees
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| Time took all the faith I need
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| Born to stand on trial, abandoned by the hand that feeds
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| My faith, my fears, all I believe
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| My home, my heart is all I have free
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| My smile, my tears, all I have free
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| Will die with you and this to see |