| Holy mother, Lord and maker
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| I am just a soldier of the free
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| You know I was once a taker
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| Lonely tired and sick, I could not see
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| Captured with the evidence
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| The seasons come and go
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| A prisoner in his residence
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| I’m haunted, don’t you know?
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| Don’t you know?
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| I live and die, I take the pressure
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| I wear a coat of armor you can’t see
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| And now I feel the final measure
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| Slow but quickly, this was meant to be
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| Captured with the evidence
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| The seasons come and go
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| A prisoner in his residence
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| I’m haunted, don’t you know?
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| Shake out the fear
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| Until I fall
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| And I will hear
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| Here come the Giver
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| You will be free
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| Just like the river
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| That leads to the sea
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| As I look down from the tower
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| I see the fields of hope that wait for me
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| Bring the dawn upon the hour
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| Ascending to the sky for you to see
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| Captured with the evidence
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| The seasons come and go
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| A prisoner in his residence
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| I’m haunted, don’t you know?
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| Shake out the fear
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| Until I fall
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| And I will hear
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| Here come the Giver
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| You will be free
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| Just like the river
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| That leads to the sea
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| My flesh and blood
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| I let my conscience suffer me
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| And it broke my will somehow
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| It shook me down, I’m on my knees
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| But I won’t be took to the bow
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| I let my conscience suffer me
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| And it broke my will somehow
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| It shook me down, I’m on my knees
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| But I won’t be took to the bow
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| Here come the Giver
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| You will be free
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| Here come the Giver
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| You will be free |