You say you want a living sacrifice?
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Well, I am a burnt offering
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Crawling off the altar and
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Back in to the fire.
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And with my smoke-filled lungs,
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I cry out for freedom...
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While locking and chaining myself
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To my rotting desires.
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And I hate the stench,
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And I swallow the key,
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And with it stuck in my throat,
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Can you hear me?
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Can you hear me?
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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But I'm still a long way off.
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I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked
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Through the trenches full of tears,
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With the mortars of memory
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Exploding in my burning ears.
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You stripped the trees of Lebanon,
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And now you're stripping me
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Of the bark of false morality,
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And the bite of selfish greed.
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Can you hear me?
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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But I'm still a long way off.
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Will you run to me?
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Will you come to me?
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Will you meet me?
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Will you greet me?
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Will you drag me home?
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'Cause I'm still a long way off.
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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But I'm still a long way...
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
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But I'm still a long way.
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Coming Home
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| Caedmon's Call |
