| If I could walk on water
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| Like Jesus did before
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| If I knew all the answers
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| To keep you comin' back, for more
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| If I could paint a picture
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| And then cut off my own ear
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| If I chose all the right colors
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| Would this just, disappear
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| Because, we run in vicious circles
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| Until we’re we’re dizzy with disdain
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| And there’s there’s miles and miles between us
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| And yet we still remain
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| If I could write a poem
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| And find the perfect words
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| And then put them all to music
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| Just so my voice gets heard
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| Because, we run in vicious circles
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| Until we’re we’re dizzy with disdain
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| And there’s there’s miles and miles between us
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| And yet we still remain
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| So if I could walk on water
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| Like Jesus did before
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| And if I knew all the answers
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| I’d keep you comin' back, for more
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| Because, we run in vicious circles
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| Until we’re we’re dizzy with disdain
|
| And there’s there’s miles and miles between us
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| And yet we still remain
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| We run in vicious circles
|
| Until we’re we’re dizzy with disdain
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| And there’s miles and miles between us
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| And yet we still remain
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| And yet we still remain |