Currently holding that tongue.
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Let's just see what happens.
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Sky is red tonight.
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It moves streaming with rain that beats the pavement.
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How does it sound against the church roof or its bells?
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It probably echoes.
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Sanctuary meets comforting.
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The mother sews as the father searches for his gun.
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Shots hurt my ears.
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I'll bite my lip to take in the deafening.
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Shots hurt my ears.
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I'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies.
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I'm surprised to find him running in the rain.
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It's too dangerous.
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Risking the chance that bullets would fly with their purpose straight to the life.
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All too many simple mistakes disguising innocence.
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Tension builds in every nerve.
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I'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant, or what it's supposed to mean.
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I was relieved to see your face when I woke, before the last accidental shot brought my father to his knees, face in his hands.
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It felt good to be saved in some way.
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Accidental Shot Heard 'Round The World
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| August Burns Red |
