| Don’t understand why they brought You myrrh
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| But that’s all right because I like Your day of birth
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| Don’t understand why You’d heal, me, Christ
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| But that’s all right because I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| I can’t tell you what a thrill it is
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| Like in bowling when you got your first strike
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| It’s like now I’m hitchhiking on the turnpike
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| I broke free from doin' life, now it’s midnight
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| Then God comes along with a ride, invites me inside
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| I offer stuff to compensate
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| He doesn’t want no payment — says, Brother, it’s all be covered
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| It’s tough to take — I say, Lord, I’m a lousy clown, why’d You stop to save me
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| You must be crazy, man, I’m such a waste
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| Where we goin'? |
| I’m redeeming you — no you ain’t
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| I’m bad, and someone like that can’t become a saint
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| It’s too ingrained — He said, there’s no one good — you’re goin' straight
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| I took command, and I’m winnin' you back — your soul is saved
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| But, Lord, my past was awful, I feel so estranged
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| I’m trapped — Who trapped you? |
| I don’t see no ball and chain
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| I laid hands on you — you’ll never do this alone again
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| I guess you don’t know the Lord’s grace
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| Don’t understand why they brought You myrrh
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| But that’s all right because I like Your day of birth
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| Don’t understand why You’d heal, me, Christ
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| But that’s all right because I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| You know, they struck His body so much
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| He could breathe when they hit Him
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| But Jesus, He did not refuse, even though they whipped Him
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| Not a warm, fuzzy feeling, gettin' killed just for livin'
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| Like He’s some punk they didn’t know from Adam
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| The Lord, He said, forgive 'em
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| When they did those things to hurt Him
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| Though they spit upon His face and invented stuff to curse and convict Him
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| They plucked out his facial hair
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| Laughed while givin' Him a thorny crown
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| Pinned Him to a cross in the Roman mannerism
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| Yet they gave Him a cold drink to cope with though
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| Something infinitesimal, a gesture made
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| Guess that they didn’t know that in their painkilling recipe
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| Something was left over from a different day
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| One that came with frankincense and gold
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| It was embalmer’s myrrh
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| Mixed with wine — He still refrained
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| You don’t get it, Wonder Man, Christ was not immune to pain
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| But it’s not in vain
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| Now the rest of us receive God’s forgiveness
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| Guess that’s why they say «no pain no gain»
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| Don’t understand why they brought You myrrh
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| But that’s all right because I like Your day of birth
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| Don’t understand why You’d heal, me, Christ
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| But that’s all right because I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| Now I know I said things, did things that were pretty mean
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| And we fall back to the days of Adam and days of Eve
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| But Your temptation was bad as mine is, from A to Z
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| Yet You never flunked the test like I did
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| You made it clean somehow
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| They cussed at You, nailed You to a tree
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| Maybe it was Satan just shiftin' the blame to You from me
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| Maybe that’s what happens when some fourth graders meet with Darth Vader
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| All I know is the devil’s too much for us to face now
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| The Messiah picked up my tab 'cause He died for all
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| Though I see sin starin' me in my face when I fall
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| Though I’m just a slimeball
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| Took me in when I called
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| Yes, I’m enlistin' as a Christian disciple
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| Guess it’s time here for me to testify
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| I will follow Christ even through my lowest times
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| «Cause I know I became righteous from the fact I know my Messiah
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| If the devil tries to sucker me again
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| I’m a try and do my best to just renounce that liar
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| Don’t understand why they brought You myrrh
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| But that’s all right because I like Your day of birth
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| Don’t understand why You’d heal, me, Christ
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| But that’s all right because I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died
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| I lived the day You died |