You cover me!
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I am spent and with death you paid my ransom
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For the witness of your word
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To bring them is the jackal's sin
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Oh, the eyes of death are upon me
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And the watchman takes his toll
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If the river will run dry it will never take us home
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With idle minds we grew unconscious as the hunter stalks his prey
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His eyes, his eyes are locked on me
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You cover the darkest part of me
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free
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Oh, make way for I am not the redeemer
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Nor do the mountains fall in my name
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But with slightest cry, my hunter
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You will fail to reach your prey
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Still with idle minds unconscious
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As the hunter stalks his prey
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His eyes, his eyes are locked on me
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You cover the darkest part of me
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free
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With love that the blindest eyes will see
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You cover the darkest part of me
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As I am met with travesty
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And I am broken and I am empty
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And through it all I can see your face
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With words unspoken I hear your voice and
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I see the hand, the hand that writes it all
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You've called the wind to show its worth
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You've called the sun to brag about its warmth
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Because you are the writer
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Because you are the soul of the world
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You cover the darkest part of me
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With a look that's sure to set the captives free
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With love that the blindest eyes will see
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You cover the darkest part of me
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Because you are the writer
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Travesty
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| Haste The Day |
