| I’m afraid to say the wrong thing
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| Criticized from every angle
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| And I’m afraid to lay it on the line
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| And selfishly I wanna hold back
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| Do we got the room to make mistakes?
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| Are we judged for everything we said? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| I wanna grow but I’m afraid (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| And will it always be the same? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Does what I gotta say even matter? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Is life about climbing up the ladder (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| And can we even see lives that are shattered?
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| 'Cause I’m really tryna silence the chatter
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| What have we done with society?
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| When everybody’s getting canceled
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| And can’t there be room for maturity?
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| 'Cause writing 'em off is not the answer
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| Do we got the room to make mistakes? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do we?)
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| Are we judged for everything we said? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, are we?)
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| I wanna grow but I’m afraid (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| And will it always be the same? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Does what I gotta say even matter? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Is life about climbing up the ladder (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| And can we even see lives that are shattered?
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| 'Cause I’m really tryna silence the chatter
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| What have we done with society?
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| When everybody’s getting canceled (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
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| And can’t there be room for maturity?
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| 'Cause writing 'em off is not the answer
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| We can’t write people off
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| God never writes us off
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| Even in our darkest days, even when we least deserve it
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| Even when we’re doing that stupid thing we wish we weren’t doing
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| God never writes us off, ever
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| He’s with us in our pain, He’s with us in our struggle
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| He’s with us in our bad decisions
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| He’s with us all the time, He never writes us off (He never writes us off)
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| You formed the whole of me (Ooh, ooh-ooh, oh, oh)
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| Inward and out (Ooh, ooh-ooh, oh, oh)
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| I am awesomely and wonderfully created (Ooh, ooh-ooh, oh, oh)
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| Your creations are spectacular
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| You skillfully designed me (Ooh, ooh-ooh, oh, oh)
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| You saw the essence of me, before I was formed
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| Before I existed, all of my days were written in your book
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| Psalms 139:13−16 |