| The sea is rough, the spindrift cold, the bridge is under fire
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| The master left the sinking ship as waves were rising higher
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| Unbaptized, unconverted
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| Just a henchman on the verge
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| Of throwing high aims overboard to feed the surge
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| But if I fail or if I fall
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| I’ll be aid and consolation
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| If I range or if I crawl
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| I will shelter you my love
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| If I starve or if I sear
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| I’ll be faith and inspiration
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| Raise my hope and ease the fear
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| I’ll be there to back you up
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| The sand like glow, the desert wide, the sun truncated brains
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| The well dried up and thoughts are like a caravan in chains
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| Bedraggled and ahungered
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| Just a traveler in search
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| Of confidence and devotion before it burns
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| But if I fail or if I fall
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| I’ll be aid and consolation
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| If I range or if I crawl
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| I will shelter you my love
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| If I starve or if I sear
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| I’ll be faith and inspiration
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| Raise my hope and ease the fear
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| I’ll be there to back you up
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| A lightning strike on killing fields, the soil was sewed with blood
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| A deafening burst, the smell of death and faces blurred with mud
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| Ingenuous, yeah, blameless
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| A peace seeker in the jam
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| But I’m stuck in here till judgment day on ruined land
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| But if I fail or if I fall
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| I’ll be aid and consolation
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| If I range or if I crawl
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| I will shelter you my love
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| If I starve or if I sear
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| I’ll be faith and inspiration
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| Raise my hope and ease the fear
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| I’ll be there to back you up
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| If I fail or if I fall
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| If I range or if I crawl
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| Yeah, if I starve or if I sear
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| Ohh-whow, raise my hope and ease the fear |