| I will testify though I walk this road alone
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| Though all my brothers fade away, I will hold to you
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| Conviction has stripped away with time
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| The flame of passionate love
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| That once burned deep inside has blown away
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| And washed out with the rain
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| The tower of your faith has crumbled to the ground
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| Crushing those that held to you
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| And in your place, we dug a shallow grave
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| Hoping to see a change, a resurrection
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| And so we fight for the heart
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| Holding nothing back till we see the sun on the horizon
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| Bringing light to this barren wasteland, power of ages old
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| Held in the mighty hands of God
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| Pushed out and thrown away like a painful memory
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| Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly
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| Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation
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| Two feet in the grave we march relentlessly
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| Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation
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| Broken in two, our faith has fallen victim to shame
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| Run from the truth, run from the freedom of absolutes
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| Is there anyone left who still cares?
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| Reconcile, take back our stolen hearts
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| Reconcile, take back what is rightfully yours
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| Set apart
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| Set us apart, set us apart
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| Set apart our hearts only for you |