| The extreme appeal of this place
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| Is underestimated on a daily basis
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| As millions of minds simply float in stasis
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| Specifically to those who’ve expelled the idea of a God that’s not yourself
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| Well for you then, this isn’t gonna end well
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| Promises that you can’t keep
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| Sowing seeds that you won’t reap
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| Wasting everybodys lives who believed in your lies
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| Your never-ending story has lost its fabricated glory
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| So how will you stand to defend the hatred on which you depend?
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| All you’ve known are feelings and perception of your heart
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| But what you haven’t seen is that’s the place that every pupil starts
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| It’s not too late to turn around but it very soon will be
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| So stop floating in space and return to gravity
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| Let go of everything of all you think you know
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| Repent to the God that sinks for your contempt
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| Return to the door of our Father
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| Better not before it’s closed forever
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| As I’m nearer to deciding which final breath I’ll choose
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| These are my dying words to you
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| Well I see that’s a mighty big pill to swallow
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| That you spent your days doing nothing but wallowing
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| In your own excuses for living how you did
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| But just because the God that made us gave us free will
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| Doesn’t spell hiatus from living out the life He wants us too
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| I know that you’ve been through a lot and it hurts
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| And that’s part of who you are
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| But don’t let them plant you from the truth
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| And transbetter from a star
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| There’s a God that loves us all
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| And a Savior waiting to come in
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| Don’t hurt from him just hand over your sin
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| All you’ve known are feelings and perception of your heart
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| But what you haven’t seen is that’s the place that every pupil starts
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| It’s not too late to turn around but it very soon will be
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| So stop floating in space and return to gravity
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| Let go of everything of all you think you know
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| Repent to the God that sinks for your contempt
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| Return to the door of our Father
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| Better not before it’s closed forever
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| As I’m nearer to deciding which final breath I’ll choose
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| These are my dying words to you
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| To think that He still wants us
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| Even when we have pushed Him away
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| To think that He still cares
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| Despite the stupid things we do and say
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| To even get a glimpse of mercy is more than we deserve
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| So choose this day who ye shall serve
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| Let go of everything of all you think you know
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| Repent to the God that sinks for your contempt
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| Return to the door of our Father
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| Better not before it’s closed forever
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| As I’m nearer to deciding which final breath I’ll choose
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| These are my dying words to you |