| Everybody wanna be heard, everybody wanna be seen
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| Everybody wanna be known, and everybody got some dreams
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| We wanna be understood, not overlooked
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| And when we fall who gon' carry us underwood?
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| We need love and affection, time and attention
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| Affirmation, acceptance, someone to give direction
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| Set apart from the rest and we wanna stand distinguished
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| And be the cool kid like you’re Chuck Inglish
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| Been on a quest for this ever since Genesis
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| But settling for fools gold instead of what the treasure is
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| Chasing after numbers yo, this must have been our exodus
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| We don’t want no Jesus 'less He’s chillin' on our necklaces
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| Formerly known, way before the moment I was born
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| I’m not an accident or a clone, yeah
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| The one that made me gave me purpose
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| Now I don’t gotta go on searching
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| Formerly known, way before the moment I was born
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| I’m not an accident all alone, yeah
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| The One that made me, gave me purpose
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| Now I don’t gotta go on searching
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| Formerly known
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| What you lookin' at now, not what I always been
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| I ain’t braggin' on my past, but buddy I was trapped in sin
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| No power in myself to overcome my flesh
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| I bought clothes to get undressed, but God revealed my nakedness
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| A hostile enemy, speech was all venomy
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| Jesus was a nice guy, but wasn’t no friend of me
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| My lips said I loved Him, my actions despised His reign
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| I had my own agenda, I was my own king
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| Then He came, I was changed by grace through faith
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| Every dollar that I owed it was paid, paid, paid, paid
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| Sin bill was something I couldn’t pick up
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| Now I got my hands raised high like a stick up
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| He know me even better than I know myself
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| Every hair on my head, every need I felt
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| So before I’m gone, gotta get to know Him
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| C-Lite no more but the light still on
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| Before I’m gone, gotta get to know Him
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| C-Lite no more but the light still on
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| On, on, on
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| Before I’m gone
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| On, on
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| C-Lite no more but the light still on |