| My arms are tired and weary
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| These wounds are on full display
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| I’ve tried every door in the hallway
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| There’s just nowhere that I feel safe
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| I see the light but never find the surface
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| I don’t know if I can swim no more
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| White knuckles and wild horses
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| (Ooh oooh oooh oooh)
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| I’m lost in the waves that crush me
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| They bring discovery where darkness hides
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| Just over the ridge in front of you
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| Another mountain that you’ll have to climb
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| I see the light but never find the surface
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| I don’t know if I can swim no more
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| White knuckles and wild horses
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| (Oh woah woah woah)
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| We’re a child in the car asleep
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| In the driveway at night
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| Our mother’s gonna slowly sneak
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| Our body inside
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| We can rest in the arms of trust
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| There’s no way that we can say
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| We’ve earned our way into light
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| All we have to do to is stay
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| I see the light but never find the surface
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| I don’t know if I can swim no more
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| White knuckles and wild horses
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| One day we’ll wash up on mercy’s shore
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| (Oh wo-oah wo-oah wo-oah)
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| (Oh wo-oah wo-oah wo-oah)
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| I’ve been battling a broken heart
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| Everybody knows I’m torn apart
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| Since I was eight years old and I thought that
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| God was a girl in my school
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| If we can wind up on a sandy beach
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| Breathin' air that only death can reach
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| And singing songs that only heaven leaves
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| It’s okay with me
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| And God is wanting us to make believe
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| But knowing something is only a dream
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| Like the absolutes and the in-between
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| Are out of line, sometimes, intertwined, behind
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| A mind, in line, and fights that only fools are still trying to fight |