When I was down, you were up
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never feeling the pain at all
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When you were down, you kept shut
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all the doors that made you small
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Held your hand
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thinking I was quite the man
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to feed your soul
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I couldn't see you running empty
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I was digging in your sores
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scarred myself inside the source
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The wounds appearing with the tries
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Made me feel like Jesus Christ
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Some of the fears we made leave
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left me thinking you heard my call
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Somehow that made me believe
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all the bricks in your wall would fall
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Gave myself
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a place upon the highest shelf
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and for that sin
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I'll always be condemned within
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I was digging in your sores
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scarred myself inside the source
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The wounds appearing with the tries
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Made me feel like Jesus Christ
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now I pay the price
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Stigmata
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| Pale Forest |
