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God I'm wrestling with the way then again, again I am patience, a disease, in this cage from mice and men They say "Boy you better keep running" but this place I can't sustain But my head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful are the dealings of Your hand The troubles and the trials like the gold refining fire Faithful are the wounds of a Friend God these questions, that just won't leave me alone, alone, alone Will this crushing ever end? Or is this ache now my home? Am I a prisoner of hope? But just the warden of my pain When my head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful are the dealings of Your hand The troubles and the trials like the gold refining fire Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, mmm Oh, oh, oh, mmm Oh, oh, oh SongtexteOh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh And faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful like the tides pulled by Your hand I've learned to piece the wage that pushed my soul into a cage Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Aus Songtexte Mania