Winded again by my broken silence; love's become a noise, as my tongue's on fire
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My heart consumed, struck by the chord of pride; woe is me I shall come down
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I shall come down
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Can't seem to see me, my words are much too loud, as my tongue's on fire
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Easily ensnared, strengthen my hands which hang down
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Quench the violence of my fire, of my fire...
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Precious blood of Christ, bring death that i might see life
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I see new life, I shall come down; I see new life, I shall come down
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Struck by the Chord
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| Plankeye |
