| Though I know
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| The fear has kept you alive
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| With the need to burn the living
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| A call from God to clear the path
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| And take what they’re not giving
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| And take what they’re not giving
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| To end it all
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| On desert plain
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| Searching for the
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| Before the sun could hitch your face
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| And cover your wounds in
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| And cover your wounds in
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| It’s true
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| They trapped you inside and cut your wounds
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| From a varied feeble parasites
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| To some dirt that won’t stand still
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| I see the coming of
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| The enemies before the light
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| And I held them for a while
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| Before I break them through the night
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| Shifted wind and there’s no sign
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| There’s no sign of life
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| And I held them for a while
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| Before I break them through the night |