| I cursed
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| In the path of those who wept before
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| Conception
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| Bitterness, my shroud that I take comfort in
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| There’s something different in the depths within
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| A presence over pretense
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| God, my Father, immerse me in your spirit
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| I fall to my knees and here I wait for you
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| Through all the wickedness I’ve sewn
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| Through every tear I’ve bore
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| Through curses that I’ve leached and own
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| My failed desire’s in you
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| With my early pages written in deception
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| It still lingers
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| Bitterness, my shroud that I take comfort in
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| Unsheathe me
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| I dream of the depths of the fiery lake, calling me down
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| But my spirit desires to give you glory
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| But my spirit desires to give you glory
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| Unsheathe me of the anger
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| Through all
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| Through all the wickedness I’ve sewn
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| Through every tear I’ve bore
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| Through all the wickedness I’ve sewn
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| Through every tear I’ve bore
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| Through curses that I’ve leached and own
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| My failed desire’s in you
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| Hold me in your mercy
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| Pull me up from the fire below
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| And hold me in your arms
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| Hold me in your arms
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| Pull me close
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| Hold me in your mercy
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| Pull me up from the depths below
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| And hold me in your arms
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| And pull me so close
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| Pull me so close
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| Never let me go
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| Never, never, never |