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the collection – threshing floor lyrics

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i can no longer carry the ark if it’s causing the death of my friends
so i’ll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altars
and baptize myself in the lake
oh, there was sorrow in every word
oh, how it longed to be heard
but for the first time, i am not speaking, i am just listening until i can hear you
on my own



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