Holy mother, Lord and maker
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I am just a soldier of the free
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You know I was once a taker
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Lonely tired and sick, I could not see
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Captured with the evidence
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The seasons come and go
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A prisoner in his residence
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I'm haunted, don't you know?
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Don't you know?
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I live and die, I take the pressure
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I wear a coat of armor you can't see
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And now I feel the final measure
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Slow but quickly, this was meant to be
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Captured with the evidence
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The seasons come and go
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A prisoner in his residence
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I'm haunted, don't you know?
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Shake out the fear
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Until I fall
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And I will hear
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Here come the Giver
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You will be free
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Just like the river
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That leads to the sea
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As I look down from the tower
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I see the fields of hope that wait for me
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Bring the dawn upon the hour
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Ascending to the sky for you to see
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Captured with the evidence
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The seasons come and go
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A prisoner in his residence
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I'm haunted, don't you know?
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Shake out the fear
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Until I fall
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And I will hear
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Here come the Giver
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You will be free
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Just like the river
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that leads to the sea
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My flesh and blood
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I let my conscience suffer me
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And it broke my will somehow
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It shook me down, I'm on my knees
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But I won't be took to the bow
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I let my conscience suffer me
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And it broke my will somehow
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It shook me down, I'm on my knees
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But I won't be took to the bow
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Here come the Giver
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You will be free
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Here come the Giver
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You will be free
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The Giver
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Black Country Communion |