| Help help help
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| Out out out out out out out
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| Now now now now now
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| The evil fell from your pretty mouth, wrapped in your classic voice
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| Angelic in your syntax, demonic in your motive
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| Your pretty eyes don’t know
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| That the water flowing from this well isn’t fresh
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| Demolish all that sets you up against your rising up
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| Confessing all that’s broken and watch the healing come
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| Spread out your open hands
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| Admit you’ve held them shut
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| Turn all the way around
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| Be swept away by this
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| Time for surrender
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| Spread out your open hands
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| And He will raise you up
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| Confessing all that’s broken
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| And watch the healing come
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| Spread out your open hands
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| Admit you’ve held them shut
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| Be swept away by this
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| Your clothes are smooth and spotless
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| The air is putrid sewage, downwind of your pressed church clothes
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| Your eyes are black and empty
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| Your deeds are just for showing how big and bright your fake smile glows
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| I see you moving and they’re getting scared
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| Their eyes are focusing on something else
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| You’re staring at me and I stare at you
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| I rage against everything that you do
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| See them surrender
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| Spread out your open hands
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| And he will raise you up
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| Confessing all that’s broken
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| Look at the healing come
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| Spread out your open hands
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| Admit you’ve held them shut
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| Be swept away by this
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| I see you moving and they’re getting scared
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| Their eyes are focusing on something else
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| You’re staring at me and I stare at you
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| I rage against everything that you do
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| Get this hell out, get this hell out of my way
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| There’s nothing more that you can say so
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| Get this hell out, get this hell out out out of my way
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| We spread our open hands
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| And he is rising up
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| Repairing all that’s broken
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| Look at the healing come
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| We spread our open hands
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| Forgiveness holds them up
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| We’re swept away by this
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| Out out out out out out
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| Now now now now now now |