Songs of Seeking - End

Raise your hands up high your God adores you

Cheer into the crowd at my stake burning

But sooner than you think it’s going to be you

On the burning stake one bright hot morning

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For now for now you win and live

But God always takes what She gives

You are not special are not great

You’ll meet the same bright tragic fate

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A willing sacrifice is not so willing

When you say her soul needs to be saved

When your sacrifice she starts a-thinking

The tortured heathen wraiths will dig your grave

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For now for now you win and live

But God always takes what She gives

You are not special are not great

You’ll meet the same bright tragic fate

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Go on go on go on as far as you can

Forget all of the folks you leave behind

But every road and every path has its end

And when the flames consume you won’t be blind

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For now for now you win and live

But God always takes what She gives

You are not special are not great

You’ll meet the same bright tragic fate

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Raise your hands up high your God adores you

You’ll eat yourselves alive from your bright hate

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