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Tonight, you arrested my mind, when you came to my defense. With a knife in the shape of your mouth, in the form of your body, with the wrath of a god. Oh, you stood by me, belief.I'm gonna yell it from the rooftops. I'll wear a sign on my chest. That's the least I can do, it's the least I can do.
Gavin DeGraw - Belief
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