| My life be like
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| My life be like
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| My life be like
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| It’s times like these that make me say
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| Lord, if you see me please come my way
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| Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip (fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
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| I’m on an island by my lonesome stranded
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| Low key and staying candid
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| Reflect on all the things I try my hand at
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| Search for the equations to persuasions I’m used to
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| Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to
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| A mountainous fountain, spinning and monsooning
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| Grinning it’s high octane, explosive how I came
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| Rolling down hills cause life’s a hassle
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| Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle
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| Stay afloat, catch a second wind, thin is the air I breathe
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| Teary eyed, nose running, wipe the snot on my sleeve
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| I’m calling on the Savior to be all that I need
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| Please forgive me, my behavior had me lost at light speed
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| It’s times like these that make me say
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| Lord, if you see me please come my way
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| Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip (fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
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| The fear of never falling in love, and the tears after losing the feelings of
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| what you thought love was
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| Like the dirt still up under the rug (My life be like)
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| Bad characteristics covered in Christ’s blood
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| The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up
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| The bliss between giving my all and giving up
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| The highs and lows, paths and roads I chose
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| In the cold I froze, trying to ease my woes
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| In this world of sin, clothes too thin to fend
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| So to God I send, words of help to win
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| In grumblings so deep letters could never express
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| So the sound of Ooh Aah beneath my breath projects
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| It’s times like these that make me say
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| Lord, if you see me please come my way
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| Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip (fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
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| My life be like ooh aah ooh, dum dum ditty
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| Here come that boy from the Capitol City
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| Last up on Capital King’s new ditty
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| But eight bars of the truth will do (uh)
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| I believe there’s a bride that’s stunning
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| And I believe in the Kingdom Coming
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| I believe if you seek the Truth
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| You don’t need to look far cause it’s gonna find you
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| So why, do I trip and stumble?
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| And ooh aah as commitment crumbles?
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| I can’t believe that I’m here again
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| It’s times like these that make me say
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| Lord, if you see me please come my way
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| Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip (fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| My life be like
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| My life be like
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| My life be like
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| My life be like
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip
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| My life be like
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| Fa-fa-fa-finger tip
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| Fa-fa-fa-finger tip
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| My life be like |