This morning I sat to read the paper,
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the fog was lifting a little late.
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Each day someone was dying,
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and that's all I seem to notice.
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Lord Separate me from this mess,
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the world is dying its just that clear.
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The separation of You from us,
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its killing me, its killing us.
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Chorus: Look on,
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forward to the end.
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Press on,
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cause this time we wont be stopped.
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Forgiveness in You is the next hardest thing,
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then giving your life for strangers.
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A lasting impression can fuel this move,
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and love will always over come
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Look On
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| Fireflight |
