| I like, like to be liked
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| And no one likes to hear the truth
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| And I’ve seen what the truth can do
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| So I tried, tried to downsize
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| The part of You that’s hard to tell
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| But the layoff didn’t go so well
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| Beat around the burning bush
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| 'Til that fire went away
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| God was once so palpable
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| Before the shades of gray
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| We might as well just fold our hands
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| If we can’t call a spade a spade
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| 'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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| If we won’t ever shoot them straight
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| These pleasantries shading me
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| And you too along
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| Let’s part the clouds
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| And show the world the Son
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| We think, think we are helping
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| By giving You a little flare
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| But it doesn’t matter what You wear
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| 'Cause runways aren’t Your forte
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| You prefer the narrow road
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| Even though it’s not en vogue
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| The gospel looked so very cold
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| One night as I passed by
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| So I gave him my best sugar coat
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| And dressed it in a lie
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| We might as well just fold our hands
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| If we can’t call a spade a spade
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| 'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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| If we won’t ever shoot them straight
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| These pleasantries shading me
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| And you too along
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| Let’s part the clouds
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| And show the world the Son
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| This living water will not quench us
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| If it’s watered down
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| Its not our place to hide again
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| This treasure that we’ve found
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| We might as well just fold our hands
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| If we can’t call a spade a spade
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| 'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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| If we won’t ever shoot them straight
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| These pleasantries shading me
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| And you too along
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| Let’s part the clouds
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| We might as well just fold our hands
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| If we can’t call a spade a spade
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| 'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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| If we won’t ever shoot them straight
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| These pleasantries shading me
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| And you too along
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| Let’s part the clouds
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| And show the world the Son |