| Daddy, daddy do you miss me
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| The way I crawled upon your knee
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| Those childish games of hide and seek
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| Seem a million miles away
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| Am I lost in some illusion
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| Or am I what you thought I’d be
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| Now it seems I’ve found myself
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| In need to be forgiven
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| Is there still room upon that knee?
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| If I give my Life, If I lay it down
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| Can you turn this Life around, around
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| Can I be made clean
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| By this offering of my soul
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| Can I be made whole again?
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| Have I labored all for nothing
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| Trying to make it on my own
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| Fear to reach out to the hand
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| Of one who understands me
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| Say I’d rather be here all alone
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| It’s all my fault I sit and wallow in seclusion
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| As if I had no hope at all
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| I guess truth becomes you
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| I have seen it all in motion
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| That Pride comes before the fall
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| If I give my Life, If I lay it down
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| Can you turn this Life around, around
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| Can I be made clean
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| By this offering of my soul
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| Can I be made whole again?
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| Can I offer up this simple prayer
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| Pray it finds a simple ear
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| A scratch in your infinite time
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| Not withstanding my fallings
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| Not withstanding my crime!
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| If I give my Life, If I lay it down
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| Can you turn this Life around, around
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| Can I be made clean
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| By this offering of my soul
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| Can I be made whole again?
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| If I give my Life, If I lay it down
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| Can you turn this Life around, around
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| Can I be made clean
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| By this offering of my soul
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| Can I be made whole again? |