Good God, if your song leaves our lips
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If your work leaves our hands
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Then we will be wonders and vagabonds
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They will stare and say how empty we are
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How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
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Let us be cold, make us weak
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Let us, because we all have ears
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Let us, because we all have eyes
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Good God!
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How they knew that this would happen
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they knew, they knew that this would!
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We¡¯re so run down
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Good God! Can you still get us home¡¦
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How can we still get home
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I¡¯m not dreaming
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We¡¯re forgetting our forgiveness
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Too Bright To See, Too Loud To Hear
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| Underoath |
