| Every morning as I look into the mirror
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| Yesterday’s mistakes are so painfully clear
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| I could let them take me under, be a source of misery
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| Or I could understand the power of the blood that’s shed for me
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| Often I’m reminded that there’s nothing we can do
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| That would take away the sacrifice for me and you
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| So when you feel the guilt of the enemy’s attack
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| Just know you’ve been forgiven and don’t look back
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| Don’t look back — Yesterday is over, today is a brand new day
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| Don’t look back — It’s not the answer, no it’s not the way
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| You can’t go forward when you keep looking back
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| How can you think about the future
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| When you’re haunted by the past?
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| God don’t want you to live like that
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| Put your hand to the plow and don’t look back
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| I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should see
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| Yet I’m often tempted by the way it used to be
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| Seems like only good times keep flashing through my brain
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| But then I stop and I remember the cost, all the pain
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| Don’t look back — Those old temptations were never good for you
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| Don’t look back — There’s nothing there that can help you get through
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| Why do we dig up the old man
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| When there’s so much ahead?
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| Why can’t we do what Jesus said
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| And let the dead bury the dead? |