| In this age of grand delusion
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| You walked into my life out of my dreams
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| I don’t need another change
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| Still you forced a way into my scheme of things
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| You say we’re growing
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| Growing heart and soul
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| In this age of grand delusion
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| You walked into my life out of my dreams
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| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
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| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
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| Oh sweet name, I call you again
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| You’re born once again for me
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| Just because I believe don’t mean I don’t think as well
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| Don’t have to question everything in Heaven or Hell
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| Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
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| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
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| It’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
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| And I don’t stand in my own light
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| Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
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| My prayer flies like a word on a wing
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| Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?
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| In this age of grand delusion
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| You walked into my life out of my dreams
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| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
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| Just as long as I can see
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| I’ll never stop this vision flowing
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| I look twice and you’re still glowing
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| Just as long as I can walk
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| I’ll walk beside you, I’m alive in you
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| Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
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| And I’m ready to shape the scheme of things
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| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
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| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
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| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
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| Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
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| Ooh…
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| Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
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| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
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| It’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
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| And I don’t stand in my own light
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| Oh Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
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| And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
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| But it’s safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
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| And I don’t stand in my own light
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| Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
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| My prayer flies like a word on a wing
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| Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? |