For years we've fought the night
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With pale and ghostly flames
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Some still dream of light,
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Say the sun will rise again
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But we kill our needs for alms
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With cool and measured crime
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We learn to grift and palm
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from our hearts and from our minds
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But let us not be faithless,
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for you will meet our needs
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Thy good and gracious word
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is a lamp unto our feet
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For years we've closed our eyes
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While rust on reason grows
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We feed and clothe our lies
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But in our hearts we know
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That wisdom lends us all a cool and steady hand
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But the steel pressed to my palm
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Doesn't make me more a man
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Courage, Father, give us to do what must be done
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To deal out truth and justice with swift and sober guns
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For years you've met our thirst,
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Still deserts we have roamed
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But we'll be done dust with dirt
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When the ocean calls us home
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We'll fall into the arms
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Of a cool and sweet embrace
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Under stars and waving palms
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We'll shed our sin like snakes
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And time will cease to stalk us and death will be undone
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And we'll shine with the light of a thousand blazing suns
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Weary Saints
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Dustin Kensrue |