| My life be like
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| Ooh ahh yea ooh oooh
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| My life be like
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| Ooh ahh yea ooh oooh
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| Ooh ahh yea ooh oooh
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| My life be like
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| Ooh ahh yea ooh oooh
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| It's times like these that make me say
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| Lord if you see me please come my way
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| Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire by the things that I do
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| On an island by my lonesome stranded
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| Low key and stayin' candid
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| Reflect on all the things I try my hand at
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| Search for the equations to persuasions Im used to
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| Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to
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| A mountainous fontaine
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| Spinnin' and monsoonin'
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| Grinnin' its high octane
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| Explosive how I came
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| Rollin down hills cause lifes a hastle
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| Enriched by my folly like a moat surround a castle
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| Stay afloat catch a second wind
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| Thin is the air I breathe
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| Teary eyed nose runnin'
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| Wipe the snot on my sleeve
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| I'm calling on my saviour
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| To be all that hat I need
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| Please forgive me
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| My behaviour had me lost at light speed
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| It's times like these that make me say
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| Lord if you see me please come my way
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| Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire by the things that I do
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| The fear of never falling in love
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| And the tears after losing the feelings
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| Of what you thought love was
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| Like the dirt still up under the rug
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| Bad characteristics
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| Covered in christ's blood
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| The joy of new birth
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| And the pain of growing up
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| The bliss between giving my all
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| And giving up
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| The highs and lows
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| Paths and roads I chose
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| In the cold I froze
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| Trying to ease my woes
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| In this world of sin
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| Clothes to thin to fend
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| So to god I send
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| Words of help to win
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| In grumblings so deep
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| Letters could never express
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| So the sound of ooh aah
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| Beneath my breath projects
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| My life be like
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| It's times like these that make me say
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| Lord if you see me please come my way
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| Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire by the things that I do
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| My life be like ooh aah ooh
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| Come young diti
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| Here comes that boy from the capital city
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| Last up on the Grits new diti
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| But eight bars of the truth will do, eh
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| I believe there's a bride thats stunning
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| And, I believe in the kingdom coming
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| I believe if you seek the truth,
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| You don't need to look far cuz' it's gonna find you
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| But why oh why do I trip and stumble
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| And ohh ahh's can make me crumble
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| I can't believe that I'm here again
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| Again, again
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| My life be like
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| It's times like these that make me say
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| Lord if you see me please come my way
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| Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
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| Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
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| Feel me like a fingertip
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| Sometimes I fall I slip
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| My heartfelt desire be more like you
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| Trying not to quench your fire by the things that I do
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| Trying not to quench your fire by the things that I do |