| Check my pulse, am I still breathing?
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| Will you grasp my wrist and hold it dear to, to your heart?
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| To see if I am beating for you and only you my father
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| How we live and fight is who we are
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| Whom shall I send? |
| And who will go for us?
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| Whom shall I send? |
| And who will go for us?
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| Who you are is all from me
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| Who you are is all from me
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| I’m leaving behind the things of this world
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| Follow me my son and let the dead bury their own
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| So test me oh Lord, examine my soul
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| Follow me my son for what you reap you will have sown
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| Give light to my eyes to see your glory divine
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| And break through these skies
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| Hear me when I cry to see your grace come down
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| And purge these dead, these dead lives
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| Have I not given you a spirit of power and love?
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| I will live to fight for these dead lives
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| «Have I not given you a spirit of power and love?»
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| How we live and fight is who we are
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| And as you dwell inside my heart your burning a fire that’s growing
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| So when I feel the warmth subside rekindle the embers that’s burning
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| Check my pulse, am I still breathing?
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| Will you grasp my wrist and hold it dear to, to your heart?
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| To see if I am beating for you
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| A herald I am
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| A mirror to me
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| For sin is destroyed
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| You’ve been set free
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| How we live the fight is who we are
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| Who you are is all from me
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| You will suffer but my strength is enough
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| So send me
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| Though you will suffer your strength is in me
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| So send me |