| WHEN I GET UP IN THE MORNING I ALWAYS FEEL SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME IT SEEMS MY STOMACH’S BURNING OR SOME KIND OF GLOW SO DEEP
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| OR SOME KIND OF GLOW
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| WHAT HAVE I DONE, WHY AM I ALONE, WHAT WAS I LOOKING FOR?
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| THERE IS NO TIRED SMILE IN THEIR FACES, WHAT ARE THEY LIVING FOR?
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| IT SEEMS ALL THE YEARS IN ISOLATION STRIKE ME DOWN
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| STRIKE ME DOWN
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| IS THERE SALVATION OR WAGES OF SIN
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| IN ISOLATION THEY ARE DANCING WITH GRACE
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| THIS IS THE TIME WHEN I SHOULD KNOW LIFE IS NOT SO LONG
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| AND I AM SICK OF SEEING THE UGLY FACE OF YESTERDAY
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| BUT THERE’S SOME SPITE INSIDE WHICH COULD LIGHT UP MY DARKENED HEART
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| IS THERE SALVATION OR WAGES OF SIN
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| IN ISOLATION THEY ARE DANCING WITH GRACE |