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Jun 2015
And when we die alone
We will reap what we have sown
and though we live like eternity
is promised to our destiny

mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky

it's not for all who know or see
but for those who ask for faith to believe

they are free
i don't own my iniquity
mercy sky
i'm not dead
i'm alive

mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky
*sighs*  my hope. i've been singing this every night with my guitar before i go to bed.
Zead
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Zead
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