| Here I go down the road of twists and turns and bends
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| You’d have thought I learned by now but here I go again
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| It won’t add a day to your life, sure won’t help you sleep at night
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| Lord I’m sure I’m tired of this fight
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| O-oh worry, why do I worry
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| Why do I doubt Thee, what do I do it for?
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| I’m gonna trust You, this time I mean it
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| I’m gonna leave it at your door
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| All this fear, it binds me up and ties me to the floor
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| I wish I wouldn’t answer when it’s knocking on my door
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| 'cause not a sparrow falls to the ground
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| if you don’t turn your head to the sound
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| and take it up so sweetly in your head
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| O-oh worry, why do I worry
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| Why do I doubt Thee, what do I do it for?
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| I’m gonna trust You, this time I mean it
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| I’m gonna leave it at your door
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| These words best be sinken in, they’re more than just a phrase
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| Matthew wrote what Jesus spoke (and that’s the One I’ll praise!)
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| O-oh worry, why do I worry
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| Why do I doubt Thee, what do I do it for?
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| I’m gonna trust You, this time I mean it
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| I’m gonna leave it at your door |
| I’m gonna trust You, this time I mean it
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| I’m gonna leave it
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| (trust You)
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| This time I mean it |