| Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood
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| 'Cause the devil came for our minds, but he left with our love
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| So I looked into myself for something I knew nothing about
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| And found no solutions, but found a lot of doubt
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| And slowly found out my heart was a trapdoor
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| Waiting for the right one to fall in the center
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| So she would take a final bow and become mine forever
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| I found a pocket of comfort and acceptance and called it love
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| But it was just another season that would end
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| With leaves falling into mud
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| So we found ourselves in a new world
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| Where we would have to live out a fear and call it living by faith
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| A journey of forgetting who we are so we can remember our place
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| And we tried to read maps backwards
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| To lead us back to the beginning of the journey
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| The only place we could walk hand in hand and not feel so lonely
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| Then those maps of tangled lines
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| Became our footprints in sinking sand
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| We’re being washed away by waves
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| Of trusting each other to feel complete
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| But they came up short until we both felt alone and empty
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| With no breadcrumbs laid down to lead us back to safety
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| We thought this was built to last until we died
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| But even that doesn’t mean forever
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| At least, not in my mind
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| I trust in my ability to love more than I trusted love
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| And I trusted your smile as your emotions
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| Not a mask to cover up
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| Your hand scooping up buckets of blood
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| We would travel far, and see many new things
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| And we believed we could be anything
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| As long as we had each other
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| But the bother came when another stayed
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| Long enough to give you the feeling I did
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| When this journey began
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| And now, our hands are completely stained red
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| As we journey to see new country roads
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| Connected to the broken dreams of simple families
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| The roads lined with animals waiting for their turn at the slaughter
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| Reality on the roads we see
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| And a metaphor for our sons and daughters
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| 'Cause the blood on our hands was the only way
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| To keep the root of our love watered
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| And we have nothing to believe in
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| But we still wanted to die like martyrs
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| And when someone came to carry me on this journey
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| The blood of our past flooding our beliefs
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| I watched someone come along and part the Red Sea
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| But even on dry land, I couldn’t breathe
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| Because my body built an immunity to your apathy
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| And that’s all I needed to believe
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| Love was still the reason I could stand on my own two feet
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| Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood
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| I inhaled this world for so long, I tore out my lungs
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| I tore out my lungs, I tore out my lungs |