I heard the news today
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That another soldier tumbled,
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A fragile warrior slipped and fell from grace.
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The vultures swooped to tear his heart
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And pin him to the ground,
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And from the shadows someone took his place.
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Today we talk amongst ourselves,
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We never bought his words.
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We say we've seen the madness in his eyes.
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Tomorrow he's forgotten as
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We've scrubbed him from our hearts,
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And as he bleeds we slowly turn our eyes.
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But it could've been me,
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall.
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It could've been me,
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The one who's always standing tall.
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord,
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And I can hold on too,
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Then tomorrow in the news
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It could be me, it could be me.
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And in our hearts we fear the ones
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Whose lives are like our own,
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Whose shadows dance like
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Demons in our minds.
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We think to push them far away,
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We exercise our souls,
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We make them play the tune for all mankind.
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Today we talk amongst ourselves,
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We never bought their words.
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We say we've seen the madness in their eyes.
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Tomorrow they're forgotten as
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We've scrubbed them from our hearts,
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And as they bleed we slowly turn our eyes.
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But it could've been me,
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall.
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It could've been me,
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The one who's always standing tall.
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord,
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And I can hold on too,
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Then tomorrow in the news
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It could be me, it could be me.
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But I believe there is a place
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Where we can run and hide,
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When we know that we can't stand
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For one more day,
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And I believe You're waiting, Lord,
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To hold me very close
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For You know without Your love I'd lose my way.
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But it could've been me,
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I could've been the one to lose my grip and fall.
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It could've been me,
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The one who's always standing tall.
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For unless you hold me tightly, Lord,
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And I can hold on too,
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Then tomorrow in the news
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It could be me, it could be me.
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It Could've Been Me
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Phil Keaggy |