| It never was about the oil dripping from my head
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| I never did dream beyond the pastures I could tend
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| It never was about the praise, not about the street parade
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| I didn’t really need a crowd when Goliath fell down
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| I never meant to woo a king with simple shepherd songs
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| Or hide away inside a cave, safe from danger’s arms
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| I never meant to wear a crown, or try to bring armies down
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| It never was about me and who I hoped to be
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| At the end of the day, I wanna hear people say
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| My heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| When the world looks at me, let them agree
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| That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| I never thought I would be much more than Jesse’s kin
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| Who would ever dream a king would come from Bethlehem?
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| I know that I’ve crashed and burned, lives have been overturned
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| But You redeem everything, yeah, even me
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| At the end of the day, I want to hear people say
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| That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| When the world looks at me, I pray all they see
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| Is my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| Five little stones, or a royal robe
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| Shepherd or king doesn’t mean a thing
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| Cause at the end of the day…
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| At the end of the day, I wanna hear people say
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| That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| Unashamed I will dance, in Your name, lift my hands
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| 'Til my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart
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| Like Your heart, like Your heart
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| 'Til this heart looks like Your heart |