| Same old question
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| Without words
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| So familiar
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| Seldom heard
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| If I answer
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| I confess
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| I am lonely
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| Just a guess
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| And with my eyes
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| It’s hard to see
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| With my ears
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| It’s hard to believe that
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| If I ever lose my will to live
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| It was me that I could not forgive
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| There’s no savior hanging on this cross
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| It isn’t suffering we fear but loss
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| This is closer than I ever came
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| Just a burning moth without a flame
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| Isaac’s knife can
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| Cut away
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| All the poisoned
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| Yesterdays
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| And the anger
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| Ease it down
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| Into the ocean
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| Let it drown
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| As far as east is
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| From the west
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| I let you go
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| I know, I know it’s best
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| And my answer to the years of strife
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| Is the way I choose to live my life
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| There’s no savior hanging on this cross
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| It isn’t suffering we fear but loss
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| When there’s no one else around to blame
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| You’re a burning moth without a flame
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| Maybe I should take your face at night
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| Let you see yourself in a different light
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| If you were to take my place tonight
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| Oh now wouldn’t Jesus be surprised
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| There’s no savior on this cross
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| It isn’t suffering we fear but loss
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| This is closer than I ever came
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| Just a burning moth without a flame
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| It’s an offer that you can’t refuse
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| It’s a trophy that you’ll want to lose
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| But you’ll do anything, you’ll do anything
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| To be a burning moth without a flame
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| Just a burning moth without a flame |