Shallow capacity is bearing all I see, and I know
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It's disease, it's loss, it's death knocking at my door
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I click these thoughts to something else, something more.
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I'm so blue, you're so blue.
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Detached harmonies, all the airways scream dissonance
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And we know of broken life, broken homes,
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Broken hearts and broken bones,
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Recycling the paper of a crying world's suicide note and
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We're so blue, so blue.
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See the world spinning round
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A sucking hole that souls go down
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Embrace the sorrow of today because repentance finds a way
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Only His blood can heal our wounds
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Only His blood can heal our wounds
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And if repentance finds a way, what's left today to be.¡¦.blue?
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A final symphony,
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The precipice too close, you're scaring me -- back away
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Sin is real, it doesn't feel, It always, only always, steals.
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Run to the cross the only joy that's real.
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So Blue
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