| I can’t seem to open up
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| To those I really love
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| And those who love me
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| And so far I’ve been the one
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| So far from anyone
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| And so inclined to run from God above me
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| I’ve burned bridges, I’ve closed doors
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| My spirt’s far from port
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| Oh, but take me and make me more like Jesus
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| When our pathways coincide
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| Send down your light and make me blind
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| My new eyes will finally find a way to Jesus
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| There’s better neighbors, better friends
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| But I’m stuck here in my skin
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| So make me more like them
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| And more like Jesus
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| There’s better brothers and better sons
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| But I can’t be the only one
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| Who has no recourse but to run to Jesus
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| I’ve burned bridges, I’ve closed doors
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| My spirt’s far from port
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| Oh, but take me and make me more like Jesus
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| When our pathways coincide
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| Send down your light and make me blind
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| My new eyes will finally find a way to Jesus
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| Well, when our pathways coincide
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| Send down your light and make me blind
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| My new eyes will finally find a way to Jesus |