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 of Hell.
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The angels sang eternally, while 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 how it feels.
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
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You were standing there, running a brush through your blonde hair,
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unconcerned with the affair, because you had faith.
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But I wish it came so easily to a boy afraid of everything,
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but this felt like an awakening, it felt so free.
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
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When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering.
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When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain.
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When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day.
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When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
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This is how it feels, this is how it feels, this is how it feels...
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For thy mortal self shall die, but from the grave we will arise
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and death will be described as a paper ghost.