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Show me the stone which builders rejected
Even with the new head of the corner we fall

Master's pillar's raised, blood is repented
Still the holy dove's flying too high to be caught

God we won't ask much, just a wound to touch
All we've got instead are scars that you cover with rust

When faith is lashed and nailed all that still remains'
In the heart of man, shrine he tears down everyday

Facing in the cold of the night
All fears we hide in denials
It's too late to sleep and escape what we're scared to fight
Is there truth in our lies, a proof in disguise
The dice were cast
And breaking of the day's another chance to resign

Sitting on a pile of stones we've rejected
We look for arch to come never quite dreaming of shores

As we wait our turn, more we get to learn
less we understand the call

No time to borrow
To gild scars it creates
Counting the stones we cast
So proud until the end

How many different times, how many distant miles must we run
Until the truth we keep denying will arise
How many kinds of pain, how many losing games we've to try
Before we realize that we're still alive
How many countless days to find that in the end…
We're facing in the cold of the night…

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