| With teeth like daggers, the world will cut your throat
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| You are so fragile in your blood-stained coat
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| In weak wool shields you hide, leaving pain festered inside
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| And you still swallow your pride, make yourself alone
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| You run as fast as you can to escape the Shepherd’s hands
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| You run as fast as you can
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| Make yourself unknown
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| These strings like shackles perceived as heavy weight
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| As gravity tackles every mistake
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| Severance has made you cold
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| From everything you called your home
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| Your sedition fathered from emotion
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| Has kept you from the Shepherd’s hands
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| As you razed your ties, He stood with arms wide
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| You are not a stray
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| The kingdom follows wherever you stay
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| Dark wool won’t paint you black
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| Ignorance won’t forsake your path
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| It was carved in stone
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| Every time you lost your way
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| I promise you I called your name
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| And when you thought I left you behind
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| I was hoping I’d cross your mind
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| From the garden to the grave
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| I promise you I called you by name
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| You were born from fire that saved
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| The earth from the shadows of an empty grave
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| I have claimed the throne
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| Imago Dei, I’ve claimed the throne |