| I woke up this mornin' with a feelin' in my head
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| I’d been out all night drinkin'
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| I was feelin' 'bout half past dead
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| But when I rolled over and I saw your eyes
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| I didn’t feel as bad as I thought
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| It’s amazin', it’s amazin'
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| What you do for me
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| I know I dont always do things right
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| There’s plenty of places I lack
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| I leave the shower curtain pulled back
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| And my dirty dishes on the rack
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| Lord you stare at me in disgust
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| But you look so cute that I laugh
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| It’s amazin', it’s amazin'
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| What you do for me
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| And it’s amazin' when you speak my knees get weak
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| And it’s amazin' when you cry it’s my comfort that you seek
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| And it’s amazin' when I’m down it doesnt matter
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| What you say to me
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| You bring me up again Lord it’s amazin'
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| What you do for me
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| You come home from work and you had a bad day
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| And you say you hate the world
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| It’s times like these all i wanna do
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| Is wrap my arms around you girl
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| All my cares go out the window
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| All I can think about is you
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| It’s amazin', it’s amazin'
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| What you do for me
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| And it’s amazin' when you speak my knees get weak
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| And it’s amazin' when you cry it’s my comfort that you seek
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| And it’s amazin' when I’m down it doesnt matter
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| What you say to me
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| You bring me up again Lord it’s amazin'
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| What you do for me
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| What you do for me
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| Girl its amazin'
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| There’s a door
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| Where the sign says «do not enter»
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| But enter
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| Do I still
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| But there’s a table
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| That holds a bottle and a Bible
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| A welcome sign
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| To a hopeful sinner
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| There are voices
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| Tellin' me to swallow my pain
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| And there’s an angel
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| Tellin' me to accept the blame
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| And there’s a light
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| Bein' drowned out by the darkness
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| I’ve created
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| In my soul
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| And there’s a hand
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| It’s reachin' out from the Bible
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| Tryin' to save me
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| From what I might become
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| 'Cause there are voices
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| Tellin' me to swallow my pain
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| And there’s an angel
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| Tellin' me to accept the blame
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| There’s a man
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| And he’s the keeper of that bottle
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| He’s got prisoners
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| I know I’m one
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| But there’s a hope
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| In the keeper of that Bible
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| That he might win
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| This battle of my soul
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| 'Cause I am broken
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| And I am weary
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| The path before me
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| Can’t be seen clearly
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| 'Cause there are voices
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| Tellin' me to swallow my pain
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| And there’s an angel
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| Tellin' me to accept the blame |