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Too Bright To See,Too Loud To Hear

This music video is still so beautiful to me from the first time I ever saw it in December of 2010.
Gives me chills. And it's pretty rare to find music that talks to your soul, makes you feel.
This is one of them. I'm not gunna lie, the first time I saw this music video, I cried. And every once in awhile when I actually feel like listening to Underoath, and this song comes on, I still cry.
Enjoy...



Good God, if Your song leaves our lips
If Your work leaves our hands
Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are
How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men

Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us because we all have ears
Let us because we all have eyes
Good God

How they knew that this would happen'
They knew, they knew that this would
How they knew that this would happen'
They knew, they knew that this would

(We're so run down)
How they knew that this would happen'
They knew, they knew that this would
(We're so run down)
How they knew that this would happen'
They knew, they knew that this would

Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'

Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'
Good God, can You still get us home'
Still get us home

How can we still get home'
How can we still get home'
(I'm not dreaming)
How can we still get home'
How can we still get home'

We're forgetting our forgiveness
(We're forgetting our forgiveness)
We're forgetting our forgiveness
(We're forgetting our forgiveness)

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