| I wrote a letter to the Lord
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| Begging him to send the chords
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| That would make you stay by my side
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| He sent an A minor groove
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| Just as you like it
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| Something smooth
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| That doesn’t hurt at all
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| Here comes the Major in all its glory
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| Forgive the failure it says I’m sorry
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| I asked if he could send the lines
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| But He said no, I didn’t ask why
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| I took a pen and laid it down
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| I wrote a love song
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| Make it yours
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| Take all the pieces
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| It’s no poetry, no symphony
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| But these are my words
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| These are my lines this is my prayer
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| Every inch of my skin
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| Still holds the perfume of my sin
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| I’ve tried to take it off so many times
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| I know this my very last chance
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| No mercy, no kindness, no defense
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| I hope it comes naturally
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| Here comes the Major in all its glory
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| Forgive the failure it says I’m sorry
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| I asked if he could send the lines
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| But He said no, I didn’t ask why
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| I took a pen and laid it down
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| I wrote a love song
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| Make it yours
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| Take all the pieces
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| It’s no poetry, no symphony
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| But these are my words
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| These are my lines this is my prayer
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| I wrote a love song
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| Make it yours
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| Take all the pieces
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| It’s no poetry, no symphony
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| But these are my words
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| These are my lines this is my prayer |