| I can see the end in sight as we pacify our itching ears
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| Quickly we are trending light and absolving self of all eternal fears
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| Until our conscious clears
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| Hear this voice engage the fight as I pound my chest still knowing my end nears
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| Still knowing my end nears
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| The sun is burning out and your rule is left, your rule is left in doubt
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| We’ll sing, and scream, and shout «For You have won, You have won the bout!»
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| The earth is screaming against its bondage of decay
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| Creation eager for the coming new day
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| My lungs are breathing stealing every single breath
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| Not my soul, but my body is put to death
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| For if heaven’s not your cry, you’re still afraid to die
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| I’ll tell you now your end is not far
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| The sun is burning out and with all creation shout
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| Enter in the bright Morning Star
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| I know this is a voyage, it’s not my destination
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| I know this is a voyage, it’s not my destination
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| Not waiting for no dying sun, or watching for a fading moon
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| No shooting star has caught my eye
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| Nothing in my hand
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| Still there is nothing in my hand I bring
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| Only to the cross
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| For only to the cross my arms will cling
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| Only to the cross
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| Nothing in my hand that I will bring, there is nothing in my hand
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| For if heaven’s not your cry, you’re still afraid to die
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| I’ll tell you now the end is not far
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| The sun is burning out and with all creation shout
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| Enter in the bright Morning Star
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| I can see the coming light as the nights will pass and the dawn it clears
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| Screaming out with all my might for the Morning Star, the Morning Star He nears
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| I see a new day is coming
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| I see a new day is near |