| I, I am torn from the inside out
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| Seeing clear, all my fears and all my doubts
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| Sin has stained my hands
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| And like a puppeteer, it holds my strings
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| Oh, didn’t I say this all before
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| Isn’t that my face print on the floorboards
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| Haven’t my tears washed the floors here many times
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| I am Adam, but not quite a man
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| Looking for salvation in my own plan, in my own stand
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| God is breaking down the pride, enslaving me, taking me
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| I’m not too far gone
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| I need your truth to rescue me
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| And your touch is what I need to set me free
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| The dim light that I shine
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| Is showing the tracks I follow to be mine
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| Oh, didn’t I say this all before
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| Isn’t that my face print on the floorboards
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| Haven’t my tears washed the floors here many times
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| I am Adam, but not quite a man
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| Looking for salvation in my own plan, in my own stand
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| God is breaking down the pride, enslaving me, taking me
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| I’m not too far gone |