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AmTurn the lights on, look at what GI haFve
SFee the twisted trophies of a dead man
AmCountless stories, tell of sin anGd paiFn
But they sing the sweetness of my savior?s Fmaj7grace G6 Am7
AmI?m a torn man, spirit fightGing fleFsh
TFhere?s a battle raging deep in my chest
AmBut all that haunts me, all that leaves Ga staiFn
Only sings the sweetness of my savior?s grDm7ace
ADm7 fortunateCmaj7 fall, my Bm11sins are stories Fmaj7of grace to recaDm7ll
A fortunaCmaj7te fall, I Bm11glory in my siFmaj7ns forgiven
AmJesus bought me, and now I Gam HFis
DFying with Him, in His death I now live
AmAll my vices, to which GI?ve been Fchained
Only speak the sweetness of my savior?s Dm7grace
And still I?m a Fmaj7wicked, wretched man, I do everything I haG6te
I Am7am fighting to be god, I seethe and claw and thrash and shake
I have Fmaj7killed and stacked the dead, on a throne from which I reiG6gn
In the Am7end I just want blood, and with His blood my hands are stained
See theFmaj7 God who reigns on high, He has opened His own veiG6ns
From HiAm7s wounds a rushing torrent that can wash it all away
Fmaj7Grace upon grace, upon grace upon grace
Am7Grace..?
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