[Words and Music by Bob Hartman]
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Son of the morning--highest of all
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You had so much going till you took the fall
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Had a place in the glory but you wanted it all
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Impossible odds but you had the gall
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It seemed so unlikely that you would rebel
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Such a worthy opponent that you knew so well
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But you went down fighting when you heard the bell
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Took a third of all heaven when you went to hell
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This means war--and the battle's still raging
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War--and though both sides are waging
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The Victor is sure and the victory secure
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But till judgement we all must endure
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This Means War!
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Then came the cross--you thought you had won
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You thought you had conquered God's only Son
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"So much for Jesus" you said in jest
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Then you got a visit from an unwelcome guest
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Now it's all over down to the wire
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Counting the days to your own lake of fire
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But you'll go down fighting for all that you're worth
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To try to abolish His image on earth
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This Means War!
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Petra |