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Gospel
03:41
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Who are you to write yourself love songs?
To say the spirit moves when everybody sings along?
You're writing a new one every time I take a walk
And the wind's blowing through, it sounds like you wanna talk
Are you trying to get through to me?
Whispering through the breeze
A gospel of shaking leaves
A gospel, and it's shaking me again
Who am I to write myself love songs?
To think the spirit moves when everybody sings along?
I'm tearing you a new one every time I take a walk
And the wind's blowing through, but I don't care enough
Are you trying to get through to me?
Whispering through the breeze
A gospel of fallen leaves
A gospel, are they turning green again?
Oh, and you say it's the truth but it's not enough
Oh, and you've got good news but I'm hanging up
Oh, and you say it's the truth but it's not enough
Oh, and you've got good news but I'm hanging up
Are you trying to get through to me?
Whispering through the breeze
A gospel of shaking leaves
A gospel, and it's shaking me again
Are you trying to get through to me?
Whispering through the breeze
A gospel of fallen leaves
A gospel, are they turning green again?
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An everlasting funeral still marches around your heart
This is the year of death and this isn't how it should be
We still are marching 'round your grave tonight
You'll never breathe your breath again,
Your presence dissipates into none
If he kneels down for everyone, where was he for him?
My body's weak, my limbs are numb, I don't know if I can swim
Soon I'm gonna need you to kiss me clean of all this regret
Death is the act in which we, the act in which we all share
So why are we so goddamn, why are we so goddamn scared
You'll never breathe your breath again,
Your presence dissipates into none
If he kneels down for everyone, where was he for him
My body's weak, my limbs are numb, I don't know if I can swim
If he kneels down for everyone, where was he for Mason?
My body's weak my limbs are numb, I don't know if I can swim
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Father
04:54
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I don't know if I could die for you
And honestly, I hope I'll never have to
I don't know if I could give my life to you
Pick up my cross and carry it too
But I swear I've, swear I've tried for you
I swear I've, swear I've done what I can do
Did you cry for me in Gethsemane?
Did you die for me to defeat the enemy?
Did you take a thorn in your side for me on Calvary?
Did you let out a sigh for me? Father, can it be?
I don't know if I could give my life to you
Pick up my cross, and carry it too
I don't know if I could carry it through
And honestly, I hope I'll never have to
But I swear I've, swear I've tried for you
I swear I've, swear I've done what I can do
Did you cry for me in Gethsemane?
Did you die for me to defeat the enemy?
Did you take a thorn in your side for me on Calvary?
Did you let out a sigh for me? Father, can it be?
Father, when will I see the holes in your hands and feet?
Father, when will you be real to me?
Father, when will I see the holes in your hands and feet?
Father, when will you be real to me?
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
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Regency Ct.
03:47
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The memories have submerged themselves into the layers of paint
There have never been wood and nails more important
I’ll hide inside my hood and I'll make believe i’m anywhere but here
I’m constantly longing for a new sentiment
A conviction I'll soon learn to regret
These rooms will be the death of me
The memories will kill me
The flame in my face is getting to me this time
The laughs and sounds have resounded into the depths of the floorboards
My tears have blanketed every inch of this place
So many firsts, lasts, nevers, always, starts, and stops
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