| Hold on for a minute, 'cause I believe that we can fix this over time
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| That every imperfection is a lie
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| Or at least an interruption
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| Now hold on, let me finish
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| No, I’m not saying perfect exists in this life
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| But we’ll only know for certain if we try
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| I… I wanna sing a song worth singing
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| I’ll write an anthem worth repeating
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| I… I wanna feel the transformation
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| A melody of reformation
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| The list goes on forever of all the ways I could be better in my mind
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| As if I could earn God’s favor given time
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| Or at least congratulations
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| Now I have learned my lesson
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| The price of this so-called perfection is everything
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| I spend my whole life searching desperately
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| To find out grace requires nothing of me
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| I… I wanna sing a song worth singing
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| I’ll write an anthem worth repeating
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| I… I wanna feel the transformation
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| A melody of reformation
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| I hold it all more loosely, and yet somehow much more dearly
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| 'Cause I spend my whole life searching desperately
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| To find out that grace requires nothing
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| Grace requires nothing of me |