| I will raise and they fall
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| As I speak down
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| Down to their knees
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| None of them
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| None of them can ever escape
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| Neither yell nor scream needed for my needs
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| The word of god is what I speak
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| I raise and they fall, as I speak down
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| On their knees
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| None of them
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| None of them can ever escape
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| And everyone is after me cause they know
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| Jesus' secret…
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| Jesus' secret, is hidden in my soul
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| And even if there’s humanity in me
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| My nature is absurd
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| Despite the fact that I’m looking for fathers stay
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| Under the flowers I prefer tulip the most
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| Prefer tulip the most
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| Prefer tulip the most
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| I prefer tulip the most
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| Best friend dreads the day more than his dead
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| More than his dead
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| Best friend dreads the day more than his dead
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| More than his dead
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| Old friend once ashamed
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| Never be the same
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| Never be the same
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| And it has been a long journey
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| It has gone back to my own
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| Roots
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| I have been given the past the final touch
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| And even the present got what it wants
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| And courage is being scared to death
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| And saddling up anyway
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| The rest has come to its end
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| Don’t just assume
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| I am the saint of killers
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| Don’t just assume
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| I am the saint of killers
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| Don’t just assume
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| I am the saint of killers
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| Judged for one innocent head
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| But it hasn’t been a big deal the hatred
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| Spared me from hell
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| Spit out by it, again I am unleashed
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| Back on earth am I, on hunt for the priest
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| And everyone is after me they know…
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| Jesus' secret, is hidden in my soul
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| Is hidden in my soul
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| I will raise and they fall, as I speak down
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| Down to their knees none of em, can’t escape
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| From it’s grave I was banned
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| The rest has come
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| To its end
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| To its end |