| Lo and behold my doubt
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| Ball away like cold
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| Under graceless light
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| Now and before I pass
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| Like some old returning ghost
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| Lend to me your hallowed gaze tonight
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| Pressed to the wakin' walls
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| Like some wayward kind
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| Summoned by some hollow, wasted mind
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| Stark in my naked pose
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| With your arms upon my sides
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| (Ooh)
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| Lend to me your hallowed frame tonight
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| I will not lie
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| I will not loath
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| I will not waste any days I have left in my soul
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| But I will stand
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| I will stand now in your might
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| I will not crash
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| I will not burn
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| But I will pay any debt to your hands that I owe
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| For your still
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| Your still unbeaten life
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| Now that I’m nought for one
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| And my blood is red
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| Flowing from the innerstate again
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| Braved by your heart’s resolve
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| And my body’s endless toil
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| Lead me in your hallowed sway to bed
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| Slow, slight
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| Close and inspired
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| You spark some great fire
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| And hang it from my coatless frame tonight
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| I will not trade, I will not toil
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| I will not stray from this bed
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| I will not stray from this soil
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| Until my bones, my bones lay with it all
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| I will not raise forgotten flags
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| But I will step to the hill with your name in my cap
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| For your still, your still unbeaten life
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| Your still, your still unbeaten life, oh
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| Your still, your still unbeaten life
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| Rise
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| Get up, I’ll sing you to life
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| Let every breath in you defy
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| Whatever’s pullin' you to God’s own kingdom
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| And here’s to sticking fingers in our ears
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| They said we’d have a couple years
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| You’re dead on paper, but hey we’re still here
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| Flash the wicked bumps with killer stares
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| Say «I'm not fighting you for air
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| Don’t call me dead, ‘cause hey, I’m still here»
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| Fight, like every breath in you’s a strike
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| From some great fighter in the sky
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| Oh, and breathe abundantly tonight
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| Dance atop the grave that has your name
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| For what it’s worth, I’ll do the same
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh
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| Oh, oh |