| I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
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| That’s the only kind of prayer I knew back then
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| It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
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| Like a beacon from my lifeboat late at night
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| As long as I was waiting
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| Under the empty sky out there
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| I would feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare
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| I’d fear there’s nothing to believe in, nothing that would care
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| And the fire of desperation
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| I want to smash the windows. |
| The congregation’s asleep
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| I want to feel the wind blow and let the spirit free
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| I can’t, I can’t stand to sit there where their God is pocket-size
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| I want to feel what’s real and will not compromise
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| This rage I blaze inside me
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| Into the empty sky out there
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| When I feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare
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| I fear there’s nothing to believe in. Nothing that would care
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| And the fire of desperation
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| That’s my silent prayer
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| She cuts 'til she’s bleeding to scream out from her skin |
| And he tightens the tourniquet deep within
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| Friends fall so fast
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| We call it suicide
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| You just scream in silence over time
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| This pain you blaze inside you
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| Into the empty sky out there
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| When you feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare
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| You fear there’s nothing you believe in. Nothing that would care
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| And the fire of desperation
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| That’s your silent prayer
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| That’s your silent prayer
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| That’s your silent prayer
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| That’s your silent prayer
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| That’s your silent prayer
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