| Dead choir
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| The moment i heard your footsteps shake upon the ground
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| It betrayed every hint of truth that fumbled out your mouth
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| The song you sang moved mountains silenced by fear
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| The unnerving complacency you wash down with your years
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| Dead choir
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| Does it help you sleep at night
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| Dead choir
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| To judge those you’ve put out of sight
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| You’re no man of faith
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| You are incapable of change
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| And you’ve never been awake
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| Sing me a song not with empty words
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| But with feet that follow
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| Sing me a song so sweet to hear
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| But long since forgotten
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| Grace come my way
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| How can you love a god that you cannot see
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| When you hate your fellow man standing in front of me
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| When will you remember that love first made you sing
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| The words that jumped off the pages to comfort suffering
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| Dead choir
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| You think you’re serving someone else
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| Dead choir
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| But you’re only fooling yourself
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| You’re no man of faith
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| You’re a liar and a fake
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| You refuse to ever change
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| Without grace we would all be dead
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| We would all be dead
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| We would all be dead
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| Sing me a song not with empty words
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| But with feet that follow
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| Awaken a verse
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| Oh grace, come my way
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| Sing me a song not with empty words
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| But with feet that follow
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| Sing me a song so sweet to hear
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| But long since forgotten
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| Grace come my way |