| I would take no for an answer
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| Just to know I heard You speak
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| And I’m wonderin’why I’ve never
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| Seen the signs they claim to see
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| Are the special revelations
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| Meant for everbody but me?
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| Maybe I don’t truly know You
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| Or maybe I just simply believe
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| 'Cause I can sniff, I can see
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| I can count up pretty high
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| But these faculties aren’t getting me any close to the sky
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| But my heart of faith keeps poundin'
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| So I know I’m doin’fine
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| But sometimes finding You
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| Is just like trying to Smell the color nine
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| Now I’ve never 'felt the presence'
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| But I know You’re always near
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| And I’ve never 'heard the calling'
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| But somehow You’ve lead me right here
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| So I’m not looking for burning bushes
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| Or some divine graffiti to appear
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| I’m just begging You for some wisdom
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| And believing You’re putting some here
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| repeat chorus
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| Smell the color nine?
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| But nine’s not a color
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| And even if it were you can’t smell a color
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| That’s my point exactly |