paroles de chanson Book of Names - Phinehas feat. Garrett Russell
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                sick,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blind 
                                                looked 
                                                down 
                                                through 
                                                their 
                                                noses 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                I, 
                                                    a 
                                                stranger,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                turned 
                                                back 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                foot 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                wall 
                                                between
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                naked, 
                                                faceless, 
                                                shame 
                                                became 
                                                my 
                                                chains
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                deserve 
                                                to 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                rot
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                replaced 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                tall 
                                                trees, 
                                                the 
                                                privacy 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                sought
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                cause
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                book 
                                                of 
                                                names, 
                                                but 
                                                every 
                                                page 
                                                is 
                                                empty
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                neighborhood 
                                                lacking 
                                                other 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                Hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                Hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                God 
                                                looks 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                then 
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                depart 
                                                from 
                                                me 
                                                set 
                                                anchor, 
                                                and 
                                                walk 
                                                alone 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                narrow 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stepping 
                                                to 
                                                shores 
                                                piously 
                                                removed 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                incessant 
                                                floorboard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                dream 
                                                your 
                                                chest 
                                                could 
                                                filll? 
                                                The 
                                                long 
                                                awaited 
                                                last 
                                                exhale
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                you 
                                                might 
                                                climb, 
                                                become 
                                                the 
                                                vine 
                                                of 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                24, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                half 
                                                score 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                intellectually 
                                                we 
                                                shrunk 
                                                God 
                                                to 
                                                fit 
                                                my 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                it 
                                                occurs 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                amidst 
                                                this 
                                                blissful 
                                                apostasy
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                less 
                                                ensnared 
                                                by 
                                                heresy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                the 
                                                trenches 
                                                    I 
                                                dug 
                                                between 
                                                them 
                                                and 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                book 
                                                of 
                                                names, 
                                                but 
                                                every 
                                                page 
                                                is 
                                                empty
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                neighborhood 
                                                lacking 
                                                other 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                Hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                Hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                God 
                                                looks 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                then 
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                Amazing 
                                                Grace 
                                                how 
                                                sweet 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                you 
                                                prepare 
                                                the 
                                                home, 
                                                just 
                                                to 
                                                lock 
                                                the 
                                                doors 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throw 
                                                the 
                                                key 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                Heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                Hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                heaven 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                hell 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                God 
                                                looks 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                then 
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
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