| Your head is a temple, I walk with the lamb
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| At your fountain I wash the blood from my hands
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| I pray deep inside you, where no one can see
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| Except for the spirit that binds you and me
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| If there’s a reason that I’m quiet when I’m with you
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| It’s because I feel at ease
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| I wouldn’t want to spoil this moment by just talking
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| When my soul has been released
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| You bring me grace
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| You bring me grace
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| Your heart is an altar, I kneel in disgrace
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| Awaiting redemption, my sin on my face
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| When I am weak, I feast on your love
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| For there’s no one below you and no one above
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| If there’s a moment that I have to be without you
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| I know you will wait for me
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| To take a second and remember that I love you
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| And that we will always be
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| You bring me grace
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| You bring me grace
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| If I am weak, I will be blessed
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| If I am tempted, I will confess
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| Your love is a sacrifice, for I am the blade
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| By your little death are both of us saved
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| You bring me grace
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| You bring me grace
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| Into the heart of me, to every part of me
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| You make an art of me
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| You bring me grace
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| You bring me grace
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| Into the heart of me, to every part of me
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| You make an art of me |