I¡¯ve seen the writing on the wall
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I¡¯ve seen the best of things
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I¡¯ve seen my kingdoms rise and fall
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I¡¯ve seen the wound in everyone I know
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All of these things and still I hold on tight
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To the altars I keep building to the sky
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To the coffers and my failed attempts to fly
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I¡¯ve held the promises of man
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Drank from that water deep
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And I¡¯ve held beauty in my hands
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I kissed her mouth and watch her turn to sand
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All of these things and still I hold on tight
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To the altars I keep building to the sky
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To the coffers and my failed attempts to fly away
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How long, how long
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Must we hold on, hold on
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Before grace and gravity collide?
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Hold, hold on tight....
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To the altars I keep building to the sky
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To the coffers and my failed attempts to fly away
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And still You say, you¡¯re mine, you¡¯re mine
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Collide
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| Bebo Norman |
