Air is dry, the sun is gone
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When I breathe, I breate alone
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Ten times a day I cry
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Just to prove that I'm alive
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Oh, that I'm alive
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I have tried to be the queen
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I have tried most everything
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Leads me to the same place
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On my knees or on my face
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On my knees or on my face
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Nations fall when You speak
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And You have spoken over me
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I am tired of giving in so easily
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The way You keep on loving me
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Is changing everything I see
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It's a great big mystery
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The fingers on my weathered bow
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Are giving out and letting go
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I need You now to take me in
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I cannot fight alone again
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Can't fight alone again
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You are the mystery
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Great Big Mystery
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| Bethany Dillon |
