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Made From Dust (Ivoryline)

All the wretched things I've done Are now submerged in blood Who is responsible for all of this love? It's true, we cannot live without forgiveness. I try so hard to live above the world, Selfish lies that give me more and more, a greed sick list We still store our treasures here, so easily destroyed. The final time, I close my eyes. I will open them in paradise. Now I realize I am nothing but bone, Made from dust; someone learning to love Like you do; eternally, always true. I want to be nothing more than a man, Only yours, a beloved son, one who you hold close To your heart; eternally, never apart. The final time, I close my eyes. I will open them in paradise. Paradise The final time, I close my eyes. I will open them in paradise. The final time, I close my eyes. I will open them in paradise.