| Honestly, were you sleeping?
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| Reach out, touch me now
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| Where can I take my dirt filled head?
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| Where can I take my past where no one can see?
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| I’m at the foot of your cross but I’m a wreck
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| Im stumbling, I can’t see straight
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| Will you still love me when, I am selfish and
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| I never seem to show you my face?
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| I need to ask
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| What is the name of God on my lips?
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| Is there something I missed?
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| I’m holding on by my fingertips
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| I need to ask
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| What is the name of God on my lips?
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| Is there something I missed?
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| I’m holding on, I’m holding on
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| I should know where to draw the line
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| But sometimes I get dragged and I
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| Can’t face the consequence
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| I want to see the world through your eyes
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| I want to see how hurt you are
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| I want to take out my insides
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| And burry the bad in the earth
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| Is there a stone around my neck?
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| Am I somewhere else instead?
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| Is there a stone around my neck?
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| Am I somewhere else instead?
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| Will you still love me when
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| I am selfish and
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| I never seem to show you my face?
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| I need to ask
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| What is the name of God on my lips?
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| Is there something I missed?
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| I’m holding on by my fingertips
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| I need to ask
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| What is the name of God on my lips?
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| Is there something I missed?
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| I’m holding on, I’m holding on
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| I’ll sit for hours until
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| I can’t think anymore
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| About the world we live in without love
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| But you’re still here
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| Is there a stone around my neck?
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| Am I somewhere else instead?
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| Is there a stone around my neck?
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| Am I somewhere else? |