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81 lines
1.8 KiB
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Executable File
Sometimes
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For a moment of bliss
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In the passion
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We're craving
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There's a message we miss
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Sometimes when
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The spirit's left alone
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We must believe in something
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To find if we've grown
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Tragic reflex
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Shattered calm
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Static progress
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Senses gone
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Numb awareness
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Final psalm
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Swept away with the tide
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(Swept away with the tide)
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Through the holes in my hands
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(Through the holes in my hands)
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Crown of thorns at my side
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(Crown of thorns
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At my side ye ye yeah)
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Drawing lines in the sand
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Sometimes
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If you're perfectly still
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You can hear the virgin weeping
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For the savior of your will
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Sometimes
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Your castles in the air
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And the fantasies you're seeking
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Are the crosses you bear
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Sacred conflict
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Blessed prize
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Weeping crosses
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Stainless eyes
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Desperate addict
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Faith disguised
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Swept away with the tide
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(Swept away with the tide)
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Through the holes in my hands
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(Through the holes in my hands yeah)
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Crown of thorns at my side
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(Crown of thorns at my side)
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Drawing lines in the sand
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We fabricate our demons
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Invite them into our homes
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Have supper with the aliens
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And fight the war alone
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We conjure up our skeletons
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Enlist the den of thieves
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Frightened from our closets
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Then sewn upon our sleeves
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In the stream of consciousness
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There is a river crying
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Living comes much easier
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Once we admit
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We're dying
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Sometimes
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In the wreckage of our wake
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There's a bitterness we harbor
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And hate for hatred's sake
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Sometimes
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We dig an early grave
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And crucify our instincts
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For the hope we couldn't save
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Sometimes
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A view from sinless eyes
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Centers our perspective
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And pacifies our cries
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Sometimes
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The anguish we survive
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And the mysteries we nurture
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Are the fabrics of our lives
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Swept away with the tide
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(Swept away with tide yeeah)
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Through the holes in my hands
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(Through the holes
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Holes in my hands)
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Crown of thorns at my side
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(Crown of thorns at my side yeah)
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Drawing lines in the sand |