| As I follow you, where will you lead me?
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| To the ends of the world, or is that just the beginning?
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| I’ve rolled through villages
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| And done my best to pass on your name
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| How much is too much?
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| How far is too far?
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| As I push on and leave everything behind
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| The front line swears I’m going into battle blind
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| A life dedicated to what I can’t see
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| Still grasping what I was told to believe
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| What kind of cruel truth only presents itself
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| In the moment you die?
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| In the moment you die
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| The facts are becoming less and less transparent
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| Constantly mixed with the thoughts of the incoherent
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| Dig deep, they’re hidden beneath centuries of dust and dirt
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| Covered up by the evolution of the earth
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| I’m struggling with the blessing of the unseen
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| It’s harder and harder to not be accusing
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| Continuing to draw the lines of acceptance
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| I’m trying and trying to translate the evidence
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| Why do we owe anyone repentance? |
| Repentence
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| While seeking answers to these questions? |
| These questions
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| Why do we owe anyone repentance? |
| Repentance
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| While seeking answers to these questions? |
| Questions
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| We don’t owe, we don’t owe
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| We don’t owe, we don’t owe
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| Anyone repentance
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| We don’t owe, we don’t owe, repentance
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| As I follow you, where will you lead me?
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| To the ends of the world, or is that just the beginning?
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| The only time you’ll ever know if you chose the right side
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| Is when you close your eyes for the very last time
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| Question, all that you knew
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| Question, It’s how you’ll find the truth
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| Question, question
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| It will only make you stronger
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| Question, all that you knew
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| Question, It’s how you’ll find the truth
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| Question, question
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| It will only make you stronger |