Paper Ghost

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Today I would learn the art of 
leaving earth

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the calculus of sin and salvation


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The war I waged with death was far 
above my head,

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the winds of Heaven met the gates 
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of Hell.

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The angels sang eternally, while 
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the demons were encouraging

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all that was inside of me to give up
 hope.


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This is how it feels, this is 
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how it feels.

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This is how it feels, this is 
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how it feels.


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You were standing there, running a 
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brush through your blonde hair,

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unconcerned with the affair, 
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because you had faith.

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But I wish it came so easily to a 
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boy afraid of everything,

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but this felt like an awakening, it
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 felt so free.


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This is how it feels, this is 
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how it feels.

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This is how it feels, this is 
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how it feels.

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This is how it feels, this is 
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how it feels.


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When the hourglass drained, I swear
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 my world was shuttering.

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When the hourglass drained, I swear
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 I felt the summer rain.

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When the hourglass drained, I swear
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 it was my wedding day.

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When the hourglass drained, I found
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 what I'd been missing.  Yeah, 
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yeah, yeah, yeah...


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This is how it feels, this is how 
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it feels.

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This is how it feels, this is how 
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it feels, this is how it feels...
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For thy mortal self shall die, but 
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from the grave we will arise

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and death will be described as a 
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paper ghost.