New Spirit
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Take on all the crimes I have committed
Take on all the crimes I now admitted
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come remove the heart of stone from my body
Come remove the mask it made me so ugly
Burn the page that caught me in the wrong story
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come from the far winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
Tear out all the lies and thoughts that haunt me
Tear down all the walls they built to stop me
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come from the far winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
So that they come to life, so that they come to life
So that they come to life, so that they come to life
So that they come to life, so that they come to life
So that they come to life, so that they come to life
Come from the far winds, breath
(Breathe) Breathe on these dead
Breath
Come from the far winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
Writer/s: Bradley Spence, Alex Beitzke
