| I’m searching for a place to land
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| You have my life unguarded
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| Like the deserts miss the rain
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| I feel the pain
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| I reach to you my weary hand
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| A petty man so blinded
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| Can’t wait for you to understand
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| It’s just who I am…
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| Reaching deep, and if I can
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| The I will know…
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| Underneath my skin it will show
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| Although I’ve have been wounded
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| I know that time will heal
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| The scars we bear
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| And that we’ll make them our own
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| I reach to you my weary hand
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| A petty man so blinded
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| Can’t wait for you to understand
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| I need to know…
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| Who I am…
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| Reaching deep, and if I can
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| Then I will know…
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| The stream of life will flow
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| With judging eyes
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| Who’ll pass the test
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| Unlike before, distinct from the rest
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| I’m touching down on naked ground
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| Then walk away without a sound
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| I’ll try my best to realize
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| All too often I’ve tried to change
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| Destination known like the back
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| Of my hand
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| And still with every time when it slipped
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| Out of range
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| The trace it left remained unchanged
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| A fragile trust… in faith I lust
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| I reach to you my weary hand
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| A petty man so blinded
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| I can’t wait for you to understand
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| I need to know…
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| Who I am…
|
| Reaching deep, and if I can
|
| Then I will know…
|
| The stream of life will flow
|
| With judging eyes
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| Who’ll pass the test
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| Unlike before, distinct from the rest
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| I’m touching down on naked ground
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| Then walk away without a sound |