| Give me your holy hymnal, I need new songs to sing
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| The old ones left me tired, inspired me with nothing
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| I watched the roses wissum, black birds quit the sky
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| I don’t know what’s happening, all I know it’s something’s happening
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| With desperate man comes danger, a goblet to the gods
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| Our world and wind in fury, impossible to stop
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| My heart is dead and hidden upon a con tree
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| Steam is rising through my veins, in my blood I can feel it change
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| Climb through the broken window to come and liberate the souls
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| Locked in the chapel, under floor boards and hiding in their homes
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| So stood up the revolution and forgotten in our chests
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| Bring out through the ceiling to grasp our first breath
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| I sense a pride of vision, still I’m in the hall
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| Come love a tiny trigger and burst like a drum roll
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| Oh, weak, my lazy saviour, fill my lungs with air
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| Light me up with epiphany, I’m no longer what I used to be
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| I’m no longer what I used to be
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| I’m no longer what I used to be
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| I’m no longer what I used to be
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| I’m no longer what I used to be
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| Wake up asleep and soar, I’ve got new songs to sing
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| Wake up asleep and soar, I’ve got new songs to sing
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up asleep and soar, I’ve got new songs to sing |