| Is it fair to say I was lured away?
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| By endless distractions and lovelier attractions then
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| Or fairer still, my own free will
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| Is the better one to blame for this familiar mess
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| I’ve made again
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| So I would understand if You were out of patience
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| And I would understand if I was out of chances
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| And Your mercies are new every morning
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| So let me wake with the dawn
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| When the music is through or so it seems to be
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| Then let me sing a new song, old things gone
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| Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new
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| The distance left between East and West
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| Is how far You would go to forget the debt I’d owe
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| And thrown into the sea, the wicked ways in me
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| Will never have a chance to wash back on the sand
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| So I would understand if You would make me pay
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| And I would understand lying in the bed I made again
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| Your mercies are new every morning
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| So let me wake with the dawn
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| When the music is through or so it seems to be
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| Let me sing a new song, old things gone
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| Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new
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| Up comes the sun on every one of us
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| Gone, gone, gone the guilt and shame that knew Your name
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| Your mercies are new every morning
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| So let me wake with the dawn
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| When the music is through or so it seems to be
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| Let me sing a new song, old things gone
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| Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new |