| Oh how I long to see the end of every ending
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| To breathe before my last and begin beginning
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| Would You catch the wind with Your arm?
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| Or lift my oceans with a heave?
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| All hell sound your sirens
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| Hold Your breath for three words conceived:
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| It is finished
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| Walking down the streets I watch You turn Your face from me
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| They ripped the skin from my back dissecting eternity
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| You clothed me in darkness given a rose but wearing the thorns instead
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| My last breath
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| I watch God hang His robes over the sun
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| To hide a child becoming corruption
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| Clean hands
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| Eternity nailed to a tree
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| How tired You must have been
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| Clean hands
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| From a garden to misery
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| Bearing the weight of men
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| Yet You raise Yourself higher to take Your last breath
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| Demons pause with terror
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| I am blood enough to never run dry still You despise me
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| Sinking the spear in my side when You hung beside me on that day
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| Cursing at the wind will not stop the message I send
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| Clean hands
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| Eternity nailed to a tree
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| How tired You must have been
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| Clean hands
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| From a garden to misery
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| Bearing the weight of men
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| Yet You raise Yourself higher to take Your last breath
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| (Bear witness once and for all)
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| It is finished
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| Would You catch the wind with Your arm?
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| Or lift my oceans with a heave?
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| All hell sound Your sirens
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| Hold Your breath for three words conceived |