focus on the horizon, men
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should you grow seasick
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but don't expect silhouettes
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of rescuer ships coming
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coming, they aren't coming for us
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we've got prices on our heads
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and millstones around our necks
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we try to live forgiven but they won't let us forget
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the bodies we're still in
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the bodies that we still war against
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son, this is it, this is it
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you're gonna sink for your sins
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unless grace be the wind
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son, this is it, this is it
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we're all sinking for our sins
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unless grace be the wind
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forget about being honest
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forget about being passionate
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wear that smile like you feel it
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even when you're dead.
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forget about being honest
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forget about being passionate
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i think they forgot about Jesus
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seeking us out
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in the bodies we're still in
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the bodies we still war
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son, this is it, this is it
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you're gonna sink for your sins
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unless grace be the wind
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son, this is it, this is it
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we're all sinking for our sins
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unless grace be the wind
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to fill our sails
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This Is It, This Is It
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| As Cities Burn |
