| I’m feeling far from heavenless
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| When dying love becomes reborn
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| To fill the empty spaces with
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| An air of purpose
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| I’m feeling far from heavenless
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| When my fingers touch
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| The elements with grace and elegance
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| Lips open to expose the source
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| Is there forgiveness for a soul that wanders?
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| Or just bitterness, bitterness moving onwards
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| A truth becomes reality only to those who feel the spirit
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| The spirit of the infinite
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| I’m not heavenless
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| Seeking a path of deliverance
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| I’m not heavenless
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| Let the truth absolve our bitterness
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| I’m not heavenless
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| Looking out beyond the darkness
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| I’m not heavenless
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| I’m far from heavenless
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| I’m feeling far from heavenless
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| Pulled from the ground to be given to clouds
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| As the spirit returns
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| Returns back from the infinite
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| What is faith without love?
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| What is law without grace?
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| A conviction misplaced
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| I’m not heavenless
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| Not long until deliverance
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| I’m not heavenless
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| Cover me with your countenance
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| I’m not heavenless
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| The journey is long and perilous
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| I’m not heavenless
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| I’m far from heavenless
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| Oh preacher of love and salvation
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| This sensation of peace, judgement and hatred is part of your double speak
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| This hypocrisy telling me you can deliver me, most holy of sinners
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| From a pulpit you preach, spreading segregation with little relation to mercy
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| and peace
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| If the greatest gift of these is love, still waters run deep
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| A wolf in wolf’s clothing misleading the sheep
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| Like an eye for an eye becoming half blind
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| The destruction left behind leaves us licking our wounds in this sermon of doom
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| In this sermon of doom
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| Who deserves
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| Damnation
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| Who deserves
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| Salvation
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| Who deserves
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| Damnation
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| Who deserves
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| Salvation
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| Who deserves
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| Damnation |