There will be many nights alone to pour the kerosene.
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Scissors cut harness free, the spotlight on the bed of the serene.
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And when you call me out in victory.
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It's been a long night, and I still came up missing.
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And I touch to believe.
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I gather my faith to help me sleep.
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Stare deep from the south.
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Watermarked and straightened all out.
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Lions spit broken teeth when armies of insects surround.
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And when you call me out in victory, come call me out and gather me.
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Hearts tear out in victory
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Will Put This In My Hand
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