| Am I foolishness to you?
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| And is it laughable the things I do?
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| Can you callused minds see past yourselves to His divine?
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| Am I foolishness to you?
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| Can I sing about my Maker and have you not role your eyes?
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| Can I weep about my Savior and the way He died?
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| I know it don’t make sense to those who ride the fence
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| But I’m sold out to Christ
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| You call it loosening up and loosening up
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| I call it spiraling down, woah
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| Only one thing’s the same, only one thing remains
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| Jesus, Jesus
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| Can I sing about my Maker and have you not role your eyes?
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| Can I weep about my Savior and the way He died?
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| I know it don’t make sense to those who ride the fence
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| But I’m sold out to Christ
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| You’re all asleep, yes
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| You’re all asleep, yeah
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| You’re all asleep, all children
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| But He’s over needed
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| You, you don’t see it, no
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| Can I sing about my Maker and have you not role your eyes?
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| Can I weep about my Savior and the way He died?
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| I know it don’t make sense to those who ride the fence
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| But I’m sold out to Christ
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| Can I sing about my Maker and have you not role your eyes?
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| Can I weep about my Savior and the way He died?
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| I know it don’t make sense to those who ride the fence
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| But I’m sold out to Christ
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, yeah-woah
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo |