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I Don'T Think I Could Steal Second Even Without My Foot On First

I'm so sick and tired and I can't run another mile No more strength to raise my head No more faith to live again I can feel my lifeforce drain and I can't take the pain These hands aren't holy enough I don't deserve your blessing touch Yes these lips were meant to praise you but it's something I'm not worthy to do I am so weak I need your stength You are my light You are the reason I fight You are my only need You are my everything

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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