| I heard the news today that another soldier tumbled
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| A fragile warrior slipped and fell from grace
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| The vultures swooped to tear his heart and pin him to the ground
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| And from the shadows someone took his place
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| Today we talk amongst ourselves, we never bought his words
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| We say we’ve seen the madness in his eyes
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| Tomorrow he’s forgotten as we’ve scrubbed him from our hearts
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| And as he bleeds we slowly turn our eyes
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| But it could’ve been me
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| I could’ve been the one to lose my grip and fall
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| It could’ve been me
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| The one who’s always standing tall
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| For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too
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| Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me
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| And in our hearts we fear the ones whose lives are like our own
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| Whose shadows dance like demons in our minds
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| We think to push them far away, we exercise our souls
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| We make them play the tune for all mankind
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| Today we talk amongst ourselves, we never bought their words
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| We say we’ve seen the madness in their eyes
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| Tomorrow they’re forgotten as we’ve scrubbed them from our hearts
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| And as they bleed we slowly turn our eyes
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| But it could’ve been me
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| I could’ve been the one to lose my grip and fall
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| It could’ve been me
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| The one who’s always standing tall
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| For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too
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| Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me
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| But I believe there is a place where we can run and hide
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| When we know that we can’t stand for one more day
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| And I believe You’re waiting, Lord, to hold me very close
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| For You know without Your love I’d lose my way
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| And it could’ve been me
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| I could’ve been the one to lose my grip and fall
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| It could’ve been me
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| The one who’s always standing tall
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| For unless you hold me tightly, Lord, and I can hold on too
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| Then tomorrow in the news it could be me, it could be me |