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Revision:Revise We are at the end of the rope With nowhere to run We can blame it on ourselves x2 We are the blind x2 Scriptures have revealed the facts Satan has a hold of us We found a reason to believe grasp this truth behold the truth we sit and wait for the worst to come we have to claim what's ours what's ours what's ours Rebuke the wicked and break these chains nothing can hold us down appalled by the truth what's a lie x2 We sit and wait for the worst to come we have to claim what is ours Open your heart my words won't be hollow My words won't be hollow x4
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