and now i recognize your face and my folly
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for longer days and nights this strange redemption'
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with words you've bled me dry
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now dust falls from these wounds
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into the airless night i'm cast
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hear me call you
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i know i can't create a lie you won't see through
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through in this blessed tone i am a child in wanting
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a feeling not unlike regret permeates me
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and with the birth of fear i am set free
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from these wounds i claim redemption
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from these wounds i am redeemed
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in passing i recall with such vivid clarity
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the soft whispering reminders of foolish notions
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too late i realized my wrongs and my carelessness
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now from the stone i hear you call
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i can not answer
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believe me my regret runs deep yet i know peace
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for in 24 years i've always been inspired
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the loss i do regret and still i know redemption
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for you are better gone now you are set free
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From These Wounds
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All That Remains |