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Lyrics: J. Mauritzson
Music: J. Mauritzson |
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Slowly as the morning sun, the temperature is rising
We saw this coming miles away, so why are we surprised now?
When nothing‘s sacred, when nothing’s true, when nothing is constant
We loose our sense of right and wrong, consumed with our desires
Harvesting the fruits of a society of sin
Ruin follows where decadence begins
And no one seems to care for righteousness
Oh, can you take me through the night
I am broken, on my knees
And the years have made me weak
I am broken, falling on my knees
We’re compromising the basic truth of the word of God, us given
Hypnotized by sin unleashed, self-conceit deceiving
The freedom we search for is nowhere to be found
You never know you’re sinking ‘til the water’s all around
And little do we care for holiness
Oh, can you take me through the night
I am broken, on my knees
And the years have made me weak
I am broken, falling on my knees
Slowly as the morning sun, the temperature is rising…
Oh, can you take me through the night
I am broken, on my knees
And the years have made me weak
I am broken, falling on my knees
Inspiration:
© 1999 Asaph Musik
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