You fixed your eyes on us
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Your flesh and blood
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A sculpture of water and unsettled dust
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And there was bad blood in us
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We learned our lesson
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Genesis to the last generation
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So we wrestle with it all
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The concept of grace
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The faithful concrete
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As it breaks our fall
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Our questions are all the same
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A den of cold words
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How they feel brand new
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Against different time frames
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A den of cold words
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Against different time frames
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We know it all by heart
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The whole is greater
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Than the sum of its parts
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We heard it all before
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And beauty there echoes
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The speck of our souls
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And beauty there echoes
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The speck of our souls
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Like firewood burning bright
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In the dead of winter
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Now only the flicker can cling to this life
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So we heard it over mass
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Is a faith a prediction
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Wear our tradition until we collapse
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And argue our bearings until we collapse
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We study our story arcs
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Inherently good
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Or were we broken right from the start?
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Our hesitant fingerprints
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Trace every mountain
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Lace every valley
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Until we¡¯re convinced
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We know it all by heart
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Every blade of grass
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Bears our mark
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And the name will be engraved
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Oh it¡¯s just another word
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For being afraid
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We know it all by heart
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The whole is so much greater
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Than the sum of its parts
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We heard the truth before
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And beauty there echoes
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The speck of our souls
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And beauty there echoes
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The speck of our souls
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And beauty there echoes
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The speck of our souls
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Bad Blood
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Sleeping At Last |