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Actions don't always speak my heart
Creeping weeds invade the dark
Grinding world soaks my spark
Shining cross lights my path
It's ok, I'm still saved
It's ok (when I) reach the grave.
Actions don't always speak my heart
Creeping weeds invade the dark
Grinding world soaks my spark
Shining cross lights my path
It's ok, I'm still saved
It's ok (when I) reach the grave.