Don't hold my sin above my head, take me home instead.
I will not speak of your sin, there is a way out for him.
The mirror shows nought, your values are all shot.
But oh my heart was flawed, I knew my weakness.
So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness.
Marcus Mumford
I will not speak of your sin, there is a way out for him.
The mirror shows nought, your values are all shot.
But oh my heart was flawed, I knew my weakness.
So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness.
Marcus Mumford
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