| I kept a cross in my right hand.
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| I dropped it into the quicksand the wood went to waste.
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| Your faith, it’s broken.
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| You’re furthering yourself to fame,
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| you’re losing.
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| Your god is leaving.
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| I left it there for a blind man.
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| He pulled it out with no questions,
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| and I took his place.
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| And when there’s nowhere to fit,
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| it leaves us here to be compared to him.
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| How could you bend your fears?
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| The day was reduced to tears.
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| Your stomach was armor.
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| An aid that would save your life.
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| It’s impossible for you to hear.
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| Breather,
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| you followed me here,
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| you followed my footsteps here
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| You fit in my head,
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| like a father I’ll never remember you.
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| Ever |