| I was an empty vessel
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| Full Of all emotion
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| Drowning in pool
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| Of my on self pity
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| Sold into slavery
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| By the world and its precessions
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| Rendering my games
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| To the sins of the city
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| Now I didn’t care to live
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| But I did not want to die
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| Traveling that low road
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| Made me tire of getting high
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| I didn’t need no body
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| But I was running short on love
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| Spiritually Bankrupt
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| And looking for the Lord
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| So I should have Died So Many Times Before
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| But I guess My burn out Spirit Knew
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| That There was Something more
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| I had The Hounds of Hell behind me
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| Nipping at my heels
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| My days never quicken
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| Because I had no nerves of steel
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| I touch the scarlet woman
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| She said son can you afford
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| To be Spiritually Bankrupt
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| But looking for the Lord
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| Still a broken vessel
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| Thirsting for the truth
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| Fending off the numbness
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| And longing for my youth
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| My heart remembers praying
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| From The Soul of My Vocal Cords
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| Spiritually Bankrupt
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| Still Looking for The Lord
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| Spiritually Bankrupt
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| Always looking for the Lord
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| Spiritually Bankrupt
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| Someday I will find the Lord |