| Somewhere between the lines unbroken
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| There lies the sacred part of me
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| Behind the door that once was opened
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| Is where I fell from grace you see
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| Inside I feel the pressure
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| My faith I cannot measure
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| Seems like the wound has deepened
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| I wake but I’m not breathing
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| And I say
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| Cover me, while I’m sleeping, won’t you cover me
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| Cover me, if I’m bleeding, won’t you cover me
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| Cover me, be my shadow, won’t you cover me
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| Cover me, I will follow, won’t you cover me
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| So won’t you take this captured spirit
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| Now won’t you hear my final plea
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| You got to cut the wire
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| Release your sympathy
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| Unspoken words that heal
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| This dream just can’t be real
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| And I say
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| Somewhere between the lines unbroken
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| There lies the sacred part of me |