| All my life I spent, running from my fears
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| Away from all the pain, the pain that I’ve left behind
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| There’s wounded everywhere, but I’m to hard to care
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| They melt into the face of who I trust in
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| I am beat, and I’m so tired of trying
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| For a chance to earn grace all alone
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| I am stone, I’m smiling, living, loving, dying
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| There ain’t much more than what you can see
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| Deep inside I’m crying, for what I keep denying
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| For that’s the very thing that sets me free
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| I waste so much time, feeding on self pride
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| My own depravity is all that I can see
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| So then I try to hide, the clothes of skin God’s made
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| I lay them on a shelf, and slowly they fade
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| I am beat, and I’m so tired of trying
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| For a chance to earn grace all alone
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| I am stone, I’m smiling, living, loving, dying
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| There ain’t much more than what you can see
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| Deep inside I’m crying, for what I keep denying
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| For that’s the very thing that sets me free |