| Lay down your arms to me
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| Bare your throat for the sweet release
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| I will drain your life
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| Tempered sacrifice
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| Now bow down for your honour
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| Swear your devotion unto me
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| No more self-desire
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| Live your life, then give it all to me
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| Now the blind shall see
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| As they draw their final breath
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| Take your sins and walk away
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| March
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| Hands bound in gracious silence
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| A willing tool no need for violence
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| I will turn the knife
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| Pain will not suffice
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| Now bow down for your honour
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| Swear your devotion unto me
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| No more self-desire
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| Live your life, and give it all to me
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| Now the blind shall see
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| As they draw their final breath
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| Take your sins and walk away
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| March
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| All through the hollow you will follow me with pride
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| No doubt or hesitation, love will fill your eyes
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| No second guessing no doubts lay in your way
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| I am all knowing and to me you should give praise
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| I am the coming of the age you wished you’ve known
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| I’ll swallow everything reaping what you’ve sewn
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| I’ll spare you nothing smile and make my way
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| Leave you in the dust telling yourself you’ll be OK
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| I’ll spare you nothing smile and make my way
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| I am all knowing and to me you shall give praise |