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The Object of My Affection | ||
Grace All the pain and hurt I have caused Is not enough to make you not love me. The cross, I nailed you there The cross, you saved me there So many times I have turned away Yet you are always faithful The grave, I put you there The grave, you rose from there I try to live my life leaving you behind But you always show your will The throne, I want on there The throne, you reign up there |
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