| Open the gates
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| I can’t count all the times that emotion has left me blind
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| My clouded mind, my shots mistaken, about everything that is so blatant
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| I was sold for the weight of my sins
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| Sent to the world as a messenger
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| A descendant of perfect love
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| To separate the dark from above
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| We are what’s left; |
| the remnants of the chosen ones
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| Weary, my blood went cold as I searched for what would satisfy
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| Forgotten were the words You spoke, breathing in new life
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| My wicked soul turned like the restless sea
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| Upon your shore I live to be Your hands, Your feet
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| Everything I was created to be.
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| Your Justice sustains me,
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| Your life fulfills me, Oh God.
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| I am the remnant of the chosen one.
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| We are the remnants of the chosen ones
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| I lift my hands to the Heavens, from where Your grace descends
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| Open the gates and let us in
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| I am a wounded vessel counted among the wicked
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| My soul was lost in the ways of man
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| My heart found rest in the palm of your hand
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| We are what’s left |