| Prisoned am I to this shell of the dust
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| It speaks of only fiction that I could never trust
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| Captured alive in this sinful estate
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| Vexed am I to see I do the things that I hate
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| Rip out the framework leave no stone unturned
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| Until my heart forgets all that my flesh ever learned
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| Tear down the structure till nothing is left
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| God deliver me from this body of death
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| O wretched man, wretched man that I am
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| Lowly man, who can save such a wretch that I am?
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| Who can save such a man?
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| O wretched man, wretched man that I am
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| Lowly man, who can save such a wretch that I am?
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| Who can save such a man?
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| In light of this truth: «There is no good in me»
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| It causes all my soul to long for liberty
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| Be freed from my lies of death, spared from the shame
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| No more this sinner’s breath forsaking your name
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| I will be free
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| I will be free
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| I will, I will be free
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| Freed from my lies of death, spared from the shame
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| No more this sinner’s breath forsaking your name
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| O blessed man, blessed man that I am
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| Lowly man! |
| You have saved such a wretch that I am
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| Blessed man that I am, lowly man!
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| You have saved such a man! |