| Blessed with your line, you are blessed at the hook
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| That is pulling at all yet revealed
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| You don’t aim to shoot, you don’t aim to win
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| You just know the way there by feel
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| For all you could have been
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| And who you are still
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| For all you could have been
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| And who you are
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| One hand on your faith, one hand on a color
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| That pulls the whole world to your heart
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| And I’m wanting to hold all that I still know in you
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| While this is still who we are
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| To know just where you are
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| And where you’re not this far
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| To know just where you are
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| And where you’re not
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| Cut from a hope, we’re cut from the same metal
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| That blooms its veins in the ground
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| I have loved you in the body, in the breath, in the eyes
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| In the air still speaking your sound
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| Don’t know just where you are
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| And where you’re not now
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| Don’t know just where you are
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| And where you’re not now
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| To know just where you are
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| And where you’re not now
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| To know just where you are
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| And where you’re not |