Everything I dream to do, I don’t.
And everything I want to do, I won’t.
Every prayer I want to pray, confessions that I want to say…
Every time I try to speak, I choke.
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Every time I try to stand, I fall.
Every time I try to run, I crawl.
Every prayer I want to sing, every song I want to bring…
Every time I try to move, I stall.
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Every time I try to laugh, I weep.
Every time I try to stay, I leap.
Every time I try to wake, pray the Lord my soul to take…
Every time I try to pray, I sleep.
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When will these devil horns, become a crown of thorns?
When will I finally walk on holy ground?
When will these streets so old, become the streets of gold?
When will this pile of shit become a crown?
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