| As I lay me down
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| Where do I begin
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| So simply complicated
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| The voice within
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| I hear it singing so clear
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| Invisible like the sound of the wind
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| We all know You are here
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| I just believe, I just believe it
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| And sometimes I dunno why
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| I gotta go with my gut again on this one
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| Not just a feeling
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| It’s the reason
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| We know a line is crooked
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| 'Cause we know what’s straight
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| That little voice inside
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| As I lay me down
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| I confess
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| I’m a fool for You
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| No more, no less
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| And in this world turning gray
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| Strikes a chord when i say
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| There is black
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| There is white
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| There is wrong
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| And there is right
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| I just believe, I just believe it
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| And sometimes I dunno why
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| I gotta go with my gut again on this one
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| Not just a feeling
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| It’s the reason
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| We know a line is crooked
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| 'Cause we know what’s straight
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| That little voice inside
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| There is no alibi
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| If it’s not the truth it’s
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| Falling for the truth again
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| Not by the wisdom of a man or a machine
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| This is not preference or
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| A taste that disagrees
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| The evidence of things unseen
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| The more you look
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| The more you’ll see
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| I just believe, I just believe it
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| And sometimes I dunno why
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| I gotta go with my gut again on this one
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| Not just a feeling
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| It’s the reason
|
| We know a line is crooked
|
| 'Cause we know what’s straight
|
| That little voice inside
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| I just believe, I just believe it
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| And sometimes I dunno why
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| I gotta go with my gut again on this one
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| Not just a feeling
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| It’s the reason
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| If there’s ever been a time it’s now
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| I hear that still small voice inside
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| I just believe, I just believe it
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| And sometimes I dunno why
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| I gotta go with my gut again on this one
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| I just believe, I just believe it |