| There is nothing more dangerous
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| Than arriving at hopeless
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| My bed was made of it
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| There is nothing more frightening
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| Than a life without meaning
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| My bed was made of it
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| I got sick of lying in it
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| Listen, this is what was and will never be again
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| This is the lowest that ill let myself sink
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| From out of this pit I will ascend
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| I put hopeless to rest the first day I believed
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| I felt the ground shake
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| When i was peeled off the floor
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| The walls i’ve built have crumbled down
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| Seasons exchanged
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| The ground released its grip
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| Dormancy welcomed springs fair kiss
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| Frost retreat to its grave
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| Ovations from tree tops proclaimed
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| Streams from distance applaud
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| Colors restore to landscapes
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| Growing into new skin
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| Shedding the weight of old demons
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| By faith I’ll be greater
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| Blacken the skies, blind my eyes
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| The flame inside won’t be altered
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| Firm in purpose, resolution
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| The lions mouths will be musseled
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| Blacken the skies, blind my eyes
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| By faith I’ll persevere
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| By faith we persevere
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| The reaper is scheming
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| Death so foolishly dug a hole
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| But I am no lifeless cadaver
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| No, I am no corpse
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| I am but a seed ready for planting
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| Near is the season of my ripening
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| I’m eternal
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| By faith we’re eternal |