| When it’s all said and done
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| You and I are the lucky ones
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| We fought many
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| And we’ll fight the night until we see the sun
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| We are the lucky ones
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| We are the lucky ones
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| We are his
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| Under the sun I’m found, we were left to drown
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| Evil abounds, weight is pullin' us down
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| No sight or sound, impaired to His care
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| Chasing after the wind, running after the air
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| Deserving of desertion, servants of destruction
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| And everyday we taste of a grace that we’re unconcerned with
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| My sin I should be burned with, I’m guilty, filthy, and stained
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| But He became a curse, drank my cup and took my pain
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| Yeh, for that He reigns, through faith I’m changed
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| And I don’t have a reason why He loosened up my chains
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| I don’t believe in luck; |
| I believe in grace
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| But they say we’re lucky cause we seen His face
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| And we heard Him call us, and He heard our answer
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| And He gives us second chances when we throw our hands up
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| So weary and broken, hopin' His arms will be open
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| Unconditional love has got us locked into focus
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| (I guess we the lucky ones, huh?) |