| I used to shake You like an 8-ball
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| I used to shoot You like a gun
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| I used to hold You like a hammer
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| Try to nail down everyone
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| I used to keep You in a steeple
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| Used to bind You in a Book
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| I used to take You like prescription
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| Without knowing what I took
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| But now I just don’t buy it anymore
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| No, I’ve tried and I’ve tried to know everything for sure
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| But I find I know less as I come to know You more
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| You’re not who I thought You were
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| Praise the Lord
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| Your love’s an ocean, not a river
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| A symphony, not just a song
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| I don’t think everybody’s right
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| I think we often get it wrong
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| I think that when we get to Heaven
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| We’re gonna laugh when we can see
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| How hard we try to make it
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| And how easy it should be
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| And so I just don’t buy it anymore
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| No, I’ve tried and I’ve tried to know everything for sure
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| But I find I know less as I come to know You more
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| You’re not who I thought You were
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| Praise the Lord
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| Providence is endless
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| Mercy is a mystery
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| And fear is no good reason
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| To believe in anything
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| So I just don’t buy it anymore
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| No, I’ve tried and I’ve tried to know everything for sure
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| But I find I know less as I come to know You more
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| You’re not who I thought You were
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| Praise the Lord
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| Praise the Lord |