| Why does our breath leave our lungs
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| When all our claim is to scream and bleed for you?
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| «Show Yourself,» and «Show Yourself!»
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| A request seldom made in selflessness
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| Every inch committed to memory and every part
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| Imaged in the eyes of perfection
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| With my last breath, I’ll swear to you, I’ll swear to you
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| That nothing will end this love that’s spawned from you
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| With my last breath, I’ll swear to you, I’ll swear to you
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| That nothing will end this love that’s spawned from you
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| Spawned from you
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| There is no justification for a final sign
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| So who do I pray to when begging to live is begging to die?
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| And in second thought
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| We’re all dead inside, no hope for second chances
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| One head bowed and knuckles in the ground
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| Forgotten has no pull on these hearts now
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| (Can You hear me? Can You feel me now?)
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| Can You hear me? |
| I cannot stop shouting Your name…
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| (Can You hear me? Can You feel me now?)
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| Can You hear me? |
| I cannot stop shouting Your name…
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| I cannot stop shouting Your name!
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| I cannot stop shouting your name
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| Crawling for redemptions dwelling
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| Caught upon dead men rebelling
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| Search before the stars, beneath the waves |