| I had it nestled there, right beside my bed
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| Bound in faux leather, and comfortably set
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| Off to the side of a life largely predisposed to ignoring it
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| I had it stationed there, ordered not to move
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| It had pitched it’s creed, what was left to do
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| Well you could sit and you could wait and there was not much else
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| But tally years as they come, mark them down one by one
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| Stifled dreams of mine, my claustrophobic mind
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| They get lost and never find their way to you
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| Words without a voice, our holy father’s choice
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| I want to be used, what good am i mute
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| I want you to yearn, i want my pages turned
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| I want to be used, to pledge myself to you
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| I won’t ever falter, no i’ll be forever your stubborn strength
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| That is a promise that i’m able to make
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| I won’t ever falter, no i’ll be forever your stubborn strength
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| I can forgive you for making me wait
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| You can’t reject me after all that i’ve done
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| While you shuffle your feet, twiddle your thumbs
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| I stand here before you with choice disguised as fate
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| I give you the world and you shove it back in my face
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| Hadn’t i known that salvation was prearranged
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| Hadn’t i known that sinning was a calculated mistake
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| Hadn’t i known that i was gonna need saving one day
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| That it’s a destiny that we share
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| Our god-given capacity to err
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| And our history of fabled opportunity |