| These waves are waking me
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| New life is breaking through
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| Here in the wake of me
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| I find I’m in the wake of you
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| I give the life I cannot keep
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| To gain the life I cannot lose
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| Currents of mercy speak
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| The word I can’t refuse
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| Coming clean
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| It’s not an easy escape
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| But it won’t be
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| A mistake
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| So sick of building my life
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| On only boards and nails
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| For what is man upon the Sea
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| Just a torn and ragged sail?
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| I have one thing left to say
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| When all other words have failed
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| God! |
| My God, have mercy!
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| I cast myself into the gale
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| Coming Clean
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| It’s not an easy escape
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| But I can see
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| The Sea will have me either way
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| Coming Clean
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| I’m bleeding but I’m being remade
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| Like every seed
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| New life begins within the grave
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| Your waves are breaking these walls
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| I built in my pride
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| Your grace is shaking this wretched mast
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| I call my life
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| You wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| It’s a splinter in your side
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| Your waves are breaking these walls
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| I built in my pride
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| Your grace is shaking this wretched mast
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| I call my life
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| You wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| You wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| Wash this world away
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| Oh, You wash my world away
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| Wash my world away
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| Wash my world away
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| It’s a splinter in your side
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| Coming clean
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| It’s not an easy escape
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| But I can see
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| The gain is worth the price that I paid
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| Coming Clean
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| I’m bleeding but I’m being remade
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| Here in the Sea
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| The worst of me is fading away
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| Whoa! |
| Oh!
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming clean
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| Whoa! |
| Oh! |