| I think it’s terminal, this terminal I’m waiting in
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| Could use a change of scene, it seems I’ve been repeating it
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| Another day, another plane, another same thing
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| Yesterday became tomorrow, that’s the strange thing
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| Another string, another strum, another rhyme, another hum
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| I want to breathe in
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| I want to breathe in and out again
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| I’m tired of putting one foot in front of the other
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| I’m weary of where it leads me to
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| I’m tired of moving on from my Father
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| Make me rest my head, take a breath or two
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| Simply-stated, simple-minded love for You
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| Has simply been completely complicated
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| And I’m finding this daily drudgery is finally catching up to me
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| It’s time for this abandon to make much of You and less of me
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| I want to breathe in
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| I want to breathe in and out again
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| I’m tired of putting one foot in front of the other
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| I’m weary of where it leads me to
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| I’m tired of moving on from my Father
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| Make me rest my head, take a breath or two
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| Oh for a slower pace
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| Moving at the speed of sound sounds like a race to me
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| Oh to be at ease
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| Moving at the speed of sound gets hard on the knees
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| I’m tired of putting one foot in front of the other
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| I’m weary of where it leads me to
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| I’m tired of moving on from my Father
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| Make me rest my head, take a breath or two |