| If i would let you into my heart
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| Would you thank the lord would you tear it apart
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| And if words could talk the monster down
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| Would you leave it alive or go in for the strike
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| And if dark were over thrown by the light
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| Would the night turn to day
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| Would it all turn to gray
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| And if time could tell you whose in charge
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| Would you follow their lead?
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| Would you plot their defeat.
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| Gains before sorrow came
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| Gains far less
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| Evil brought stronger eyes
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| Stronger eyes
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| My sight is terrible son
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| Terrible son
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| But i could hear you from
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| Miles away
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| If violence was all that you knew
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| Would you seek the whole truth
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| Or stand next to the troops
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| And if fever were to swell the whole land
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| Would you paint yourself red
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| Or put ice to it’s head
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| And if jesus were to rise and to slay
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| Would you tell him to go?
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| Would you ask him to stay?
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| And if you would let me into your heart
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| Would i thank the lord
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| Would i tear it apart
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| If flesh could crawl back to the bone
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| From terrors
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| Build tiny sacred biolimbs from the marrow
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| (then) the pilot may stand or talk
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| Like a fellow
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| But he’s nothing more then pieces
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| Over a hollow
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| It is the same exact team
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| It is a walking pathway
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| And once your headed down it
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| There ain’t no turning back
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| Our words are cautionary
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| Because words are fun to say
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| You’ve got a lot to carry
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| But once your there you stay there
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| They arrived at my bed
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| Holding things they’d like to show
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| After all
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| They still cling
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| To my eyes
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| And the words that they said
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| That still echo through my mind.
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| Hell, they’re the words i couldn’t find
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| On my own |