| There was a greatness I thought for awhile
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| But somehow it changed
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| Some kind of blindness I used to protect me
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| From all of my stains
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| Yeah I wish this was vertigo
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| But it just feels like I’m falling slow
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| Oh if God is on my side
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| Then who can be against me
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| Yeah in this wasteland where I’m livin'
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| There is a crack in the door filled with light
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| And it’s all that I need to get by
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| All of these people I meet
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| It seems like they’re fine
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| Yeah in some ways I hope that they’re not
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| And their hearts are like mine
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| It’s wrong when it seems like work
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| To belong all I feel is hurt
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| Oh if God is on my side
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| Yeah if God is on my side
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| Oh if God is on my side
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| Then who can be against me
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| Yeah in this wasteland where I’m livin'
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| There is a crack in the door filled with light
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| And it’s all that I need to get by
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| Yeah in this wasteland where I’m livin'
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| There is a crack in the door filled with light
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| And it’s all that I need to shine
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| Oh if God is on my side
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| Yeah if God is on my side
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| Oh if God is on my side
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| Then who can be against me |