| It’s a fear that keeps me wide awake
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| In the middle of the night
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| When the expectations are too great
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| And the bar gets raised too high
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| So I do the best with what I’ve got
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| And hope that no one knows
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| That I strain to see how high I can
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| Try to stand on these toes
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| Until I’m measured, but You know better
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| So, thank You, Jesus
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| Even when You see us just as we are
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| Fragile and frail and so far
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| From who we want to be
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| So, thank You, Jesus
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| Even when the pieces are broken and small
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| Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
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| Thank You, even then
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| So I put aside the masquerade
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| And admit that I am not okay
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| Which may not be the thing to say
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| But I’m not ashamed to need
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| You more each day
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| So, thank You, Jesus
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| Even when You see us just as we are
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| Fragile and frail and so far
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| From who we want to be
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| So, thank You, Jesus
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| Even when the pieces are broken and small
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| Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
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| Thank You, even then
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| We raise the standard
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| And try to reach You
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| But we’ll never make it
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| And we don’t need to
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| So, thank You
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| Just as we are
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| 'Cause we are fragile
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| And frail and so far
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| From who we want to be
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| So, thank You, Jesus
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| Even when the pieces are broken and small
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| Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
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| Thank You, even then |