| I need to be reminded of who I was
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| When I took my first steps out the door
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| All I said now follows me around
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| I’m reminded I’m not like that anymore
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| I uprooted and miles behind me
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| Are the faces and the home I love
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| You’ve brought to my attention
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| I’m slowly changing and becoming
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| What I wanted to stop
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| Isn’t that just like a finite mind
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| Setting out with such righteous indignation
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| But now I’m at your feet
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| Could you look at me with some imagination
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| The bush before me, I slip my sandals off
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| I only stopped to look
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| In the depths of the sea, in the midst of a great storm
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| I run, I run from you
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| Isn’t that just like a finite mind
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| Setting out with such righteous indignation
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| But now I’m at your feet
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| Could you look at me with some imagination
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| So remind me why you woke me up
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| And why you wake me every morn
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| The staff in my hand
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| Held in by your love
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| Just stay close, stay close
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| Because I know my own mind
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| I set out with righteous indignation
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| But when I’m at your feet
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| Please look at me with some imagination
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| With some imagination |