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I fought the spirit with a sword in my side.
And gee, what a way out,
Crack my rib, wait to die.
I think I know you the best when I sleep,
I think I know everything.

Me and my brothers, we have tongues sharp as knives.
And I found a way out,
Make a noise, close your eyes.
I think I talk to you best when I sing,
I sing about almost everything.

Oh, God, I need it,
So let me sing again.
Take me to the river
And let me see again.
Oh, my God,
Let me see again.
Oh, my God,
Let me see again,
Let me see again.

Grace taught a debtor.
Daily I'm strained to be.
God, how I feel it,
Fetter pride to Your feet.

I'm gonna leave you the first chance I get. [x4]

And oh, God, I need it,
I was wrong again.
Take me to the river
And make me clean again.
Oh, my God,
Make me clean again.
And oh, my God,
Let me see again.

God knows you're on my mind,
You can't try to tell Him otherwise.
God knows it's only time
Before I break the chain in my eyes.
Fear keeps you hiding at night
When the creatures play ball outside.
The chances are slim we are right,
But I'd never think it any otherwise.

So we'll find the answers in time,
When the bodies pile up sky high.
And I'll sail the ship towards the sky,
But I'll end all alone on the other side.
If you could pull that rope just a little higher,
We would dangle alone like a firefly.

So Jimmy, I heard the voice of God,
And He whispered, "Fear is logical."
And He said, "It's magic, wonderful."
And He swears to Him it's wonderful,
And the lake you speak of is magical.
So I skip stones on it practical,
And I make sure that we're both wonderful.

You're a brother and that's alright, [x3]
We're brothers and it makes it right.
'Cause this blood is so red in spite
Of the way that our sharp teeth bite,
Oh, the way that our sharp teeth bite.
In each other during the night,
We're the creatures that play outside. [x2]
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'Cause Jimmy, I've heard the voice of God,
And He whispered, "Fear is logical."
And the words that we heard aren't repeatable,
With a thought that could kill comprehendible.
And we're brothers and that's alright,
Yeah, we're brothers and that's alright, [x2]
Yeah, we're brothers until we die.

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