| This is not for the undecided for the other side
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| We made our bed in the lion’s den
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| No place to hide
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| Rejected, refused
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| We were born to lose
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| Or were we born for a higher call
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| Those scattered few
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| Were we born for a higher call
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| Those scattered few
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| Sing
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| We are not for the fate of this world
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| Disillusioned, damned
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| May not maintain our foothold
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| But know where we stand
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| We were born for a higher call
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| Those scattered few
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| Sing
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| Sing
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| I made my vow and I swear
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| Take it to my grave
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| My grave
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| Will not regret to say
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| Before I fall away
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| Waste me
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| This is not for the undecided, for the other side
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| 'In the time I’ve been playing music, I’ve seen an unfortunate number of
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| friends fall away from a faith that once seemed to mean everything to them.
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| Some grew to see it as fleeting phase. |
| Others became tired of being associated
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| with a group of people whom, despite their own faults, were judgmental and
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| unforgiving. |
| I’ve experienced many of the same doubts, but the emptiness of
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| this world and the flaws of its people seemed to refine and solidify my beliefs.
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| I hope someone pulls the plu |