| Shallow capacity is bearing all I see, and I know
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| It’s disease, it’s loss, it’s death knocking at my door
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| I click these thoughts to something else, something more
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| I’m so blue, you’re so blue
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| Detached harmonies, all the airways scream dissonance
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| And we know of broken life, broken homes
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| Broken hearts and broken bones
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| Recycling the paper of a crying world’s suicide note and
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| We’re so blue, so blue
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| See the world spinning round
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| A sucking hole that souls go down
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| Embrace the sorrow of today because repentance finds a way
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| Only His blood can heal our wounds
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| Only His blood can heal our wounds
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| And if repentance finds a way, what’s left today to be' blue?
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| A final symphony
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| The precipice too close, you’re scaring me — back away
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| Sin is real, it doesn’t feel, It always, only always, steals
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| Run to the cross the only joy that’s real |