Bedside clock, 3:14
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Lonely house, dead in street
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Headlight shadows on the wall
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All the old fears come to call
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Mind is racing heart to sleep
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Tears soaking in the sheets
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Alcohol and stubborn pride
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Don¡¯t fill the emptiness inside
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How long will this keep going on
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¡®Til you break and just can¡¯t take it anymore?
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How low do you have to go
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Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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What do you think you¡¯re saving Jesus for?
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She¡¯d laugh and say that ain¡¯t for me
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Faith is only for the weak
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Every time her mama prayed
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She rolled her eyes and walk away
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But now she¡¯s face to face with fear
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The doctor¡¯s words bring her to tears
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As her world comes crashing down she wonders
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Who to turn to now?
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How long will this keep going on
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¡®Til you break and just can¡¯t take it anymore?
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How low do you have to go
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Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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What do you think you¡¯re saving Jesus for?
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How long will this keep going on
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¡®Til you break and just can¡¯t take it anymore?
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How low do you have to go
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Before your knees finally hit the floor?
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What do you think you¡¯re saving Jesus for?
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Saving Jesus
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Point Of Grace |