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| tony vincent: holiday |
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i couldn’t catch my breath
i almost worked myself to death
thinking i could earn your love,
be good enough to get to heaven
i had no hope to celebrate
beneath the weight of my own burden
but you came
and every day became a holiday
memories of my hollow days
are scattered on a sea of grace
you came
and every day became a holiday
disbelief was turned to faith
love became a holiday
i played the perfect part
thinking—i could justify my heart to you
but you revealed the truth to me
so i could see my true condition
what i thought was righteousness
was nothing less that blind ambition
but you came
and every day became a holiday
memories of my hollow days
are scattered on a sea of grace
you came
and every day became a holiday
disbelief was turned to faith
and love became a holiday
i could never keep up with what i had to do
till your freedom left me with peace and nothing left to prove
but you revealed the truth to me
so i could see my true condition
what i thought was righteousness
was nothing less that blind ambition
but you came
and every day became a holiday
memories of my hollow days
are scattered on a sea of grace
you came
and every day became a holiday
disbelief was turned to faith
and love became a holiday
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