| Well, I’ve got a will but I want yours
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| I’ve got a growing heap of crosses and burdens
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| I’ve simply lost heart to shoulder
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| Simply no strength to lift
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| I’ve always been a man in need
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| 'Cause I keep stepping in and out of the shadow
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| Caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is
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| That keeps me coming back
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| I want out
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| 'Cause I’m getting sick
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| Sick from all this swerving
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| Driver, sick from turning on you
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| Someone show me a hole in this cycle
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| Show me the way away and I’m coming back
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| The way I came
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| No! |
| I’ve seen this place before
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| Surely this is no place for the light of this world
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| Oh how sweet the sound
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| I know it saved but is it changing a wretch like me
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| Oh my God how sweet is the sound
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| I once was blind but now I just look away
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| Stepping in and out of the shadow
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| Stepping in and out
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| I just look away
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| Stepping in and out of the shadow
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| I just look away
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| Stepping in and out
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| My bride, I don’t want to know what I’d be without
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| Forgiveness brushing these adulterous lips |