| Seven years have come and gone
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| All that’s left are scriptures, songs
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| Living with the pieces of my memories
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| I’ll guard all the dying and kill all abandoned hope
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| When martyrs die, who is left to hide the moonlight?
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| I will walk through hell, in these words I’ve fell
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| Straight into your arms
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| With this crown of thorns
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| With my crown of thorns
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| Dragging in sky-black lungs, give you hope to rise above
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| Am I what you want, or who I had to be
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| I’m not the Messiah and I can’t heal a broken home
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| I’ll give you my life and my pride, to live through tonight
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| I will walk through hell, in these words I’ve fell
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| Straight into your arms
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| With this crown of thorns
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| With my crown of thorns
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| Faith incarnate, through the darkness
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| Saves the carnage we become
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| I will walk through hell, in these words I’ve fell
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| Straight into your arms
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| With this crown of thorns
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| I will walk through hell, in these words I’ve fell
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| Straight into your arms
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| With this crown of thorns
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| With my crown of thorns |