| Bedside clock, 3:14
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| Lonely house, dead in street
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| Headlight shadows on the wall
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| All the old fears come to call
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| Mind is racing heart to sleep
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| Tears soaking in the sheets
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| Alcohol and stubborn pride
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| Don’t fill the emptiness inside
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| How long will this keep going on
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| ‘Til you break and just can’t take it anymore?
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| How low do you have to go
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| Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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| What do you think you’re saving Jesus for?
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| She’d laugh and say that ain’t for me
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| Faith is only for the weak
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| Every time her mama prayed
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| She rolled her eyes and walk away
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| But now she’s face to face with fear
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| The doctor’s words bring her to tears
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| As her world comes crashing down she wonders
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| Who to turn to now?
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| How long will this keep going on
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| ‘Til you break and just can’t take it anymore?
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| How low do you have to go
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| Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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| What do you think you’re saving Jesus for?
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| How long will this keep going on
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| ‘Til you break and just can’t take it anymore?
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| How low do you have to go
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| Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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| What do you think you’re saving Jesus for? |