| Shadows of doubt, stealing my sleep
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| I’m wearing down without any relief
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| Tired eyes and a tangled up soul
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| I’m feeling lost… I don’t know
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| They keep on trying to soothe my grief
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| But all that’s left is a borrowed belief
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| It’s truth I need, not another cliché
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| Your word is my hope for a steady faith
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| Your mysteries are madness
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| Yet still they keep me captive
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| The more that I discover
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| The more that I’m in wonder
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| Your ways (Your ways)
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| Your ways are not my ways
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| Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
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| Your thoughts are not my thoughts
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| I want to understand
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| But I cannot comprehend
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| I’m so lost, I’m so lost
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| This world’s so cruel, down to it’s core
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| I’m drowning in doubt like never before
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| I thought with time, the wounds would all heal
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| But still there’s days when they’re all that I feel
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| Yet the more I live, the more that I see
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| The hurt I have isn’t only on me
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| You can feel it too, and know what I need
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| An anchored rock in a wicked sea
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| Your mysteries are madness
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| Yet still they keep me captive
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| The more that I discover
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| The more that I’m in wonder
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| Your ways (Your ways)
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| Your ways are not my ways
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| Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
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| Your thoughts are not my thoughts
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| I want to understand
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| But I cannot comprehend
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| I’m so lost
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| Sometimes I wish, I never was born
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| To feel the sting of a merciless world
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| The constant ache, of all of this grief
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| Pressing me down but it’s never defeat
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| Cause when I’ve reached, the end of my years
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| I’ll lift from the grave and I’ll bury my tears
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| And I will see You face to face
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| With brand-new eyes and a finished faith
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| Your ways (Your ways)
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| Your ways are not my ways
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| Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
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| Your thoughts are not my thoughts
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| I want to understand
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| But I cannot comprehend
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| I’m so lost |