| All the chistles I’ve dulled carving idols of stone
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| That have crumbled like sand 'neath the waves.
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| I’ve recklessly built all my dreams in the sand just to watch, them all wash
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| away.
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| Through another day, another trial, another chance to reconcile
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| To one who sees past all I see.
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| And reaching out my weary hand I pray that you’d understand
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| You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.
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| All the pennies I’ve wasted in my wishing well
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| I have thrown like stones to the sea.
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| I have cast my lots, dropped my guard, searched aimlessly for a faith
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| To be faithful to me.
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| Through another day, another trial, another chance to reconcile
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| To one who sees past all I see.
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| And reaching out my weary hand I pray that you’d understand
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| You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.
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| You’re the only one who’s faithful to me. |