| Give me grace and give me peace
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| For these heavy tired eyes
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| Can I find some sleep?
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| The morning comes and your spilled blood runs
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| Into my very being
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| I know, I know, you’re everything I need
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| No, I can’t seem to fit the right words together
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| No, I can’t seem to find what’s holding me so tight
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| No, I can’t seem to fit the right words together
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| No, I can’t seem to find what’s holding me so tight
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| I’m fading, fading fast
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| I’m fading, fading fast
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| Give me grace and give me peace
|
| For these heavy tired eyes
|
| Can I find some sleep?
|
| The morning comes and your spilled blood runs
|
| Into my very being
|
| I know, I know, you’re everything I need
|
| No, I can’t seem to fit the right words together
|
| No, I can’t seem to find what’s holding me so tight
|
| No, I can’t seem to fit the right words together
|
| No, I can’t seem to find what’s holding me so tight
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| I’m fading, fading fast
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| I’m fading, fading fast
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| I’m trying to find some solace
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| But I’m wasting my time
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| I’m trying to find some solace
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| But I’m wasting my time
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| Give me grace and give me peace
|
| For these heavy tired eyes
|
| Can I find some sleep?
|
| I’m fading, fading fast
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| I’m fading, fading fast |