| I pulled the knife out of my spine
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| Still under heavy guns
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| Trying so hard to understand
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| The weight of all I’ve done
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| Out from the cannon fire
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| Still under heavy guns
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| I see pale riders on my side
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| Collecting angry sons
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| I pulled the knife out of my spine
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| I pulled the knife out of my spine
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| Now show me what is to come…
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see through yesterday into eternity
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see that every pain was our delivery
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| We question all we sacrifice
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| As if it was a test
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| But what if we could see the end
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| The other side of wicked flesh
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| I see inheritance
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| I witness blessed influence
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| Disintegration of the fear
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| Of all that lies ahead
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| I Pulled the knife out of my spine
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| And rest assured in what’s to come
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| And rest assured in what’s to come…
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see through yesterday into eternity
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see that every pain was our delivery
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see through yesterday into eternity
|
| We are the solitary ones
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| We see that every pain was our delivery
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see through yesterday into eternity
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| We are the solitary ones
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| We see that every pain was our delivery |