| There’s a weight no man can bear
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| There’s a trouble in my heart
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| There’s a pressure coming down on us
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| That lives beneath the stars
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| But there’s a way out of the woods
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| For just a simple man
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| Forgiven
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| We could break our backs alone
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| We could labor in the sun
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| If we build our towers high enough
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| We could live among the stars
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| But there’s a resting we won’t know
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| For the heart will still be
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| Unforgiven
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| And all along
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| You are standing by our side
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| We carry on, running farther
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| We’re all alone
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| Or so we tell ourselves at night
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| But deep down we know
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| That you are home
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| You are home
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| You are home
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| We are the dust
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| In this dirty little world
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| We are the rust in this machine
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| That’s coming down
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| And in the darkness of the clouds
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| We’re hiding from the sun
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| If only we could find it in our hearts
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| To be forgiven
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| And all along
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| You are standing by our side
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| We carry on, running farther
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| We’re all alone
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| Or so we tell ourselves at night
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| But deep down we know
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| That you are home
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| You are home
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| We’re all losing sight of
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| The weight of our fall
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| Running blind to die from
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| These hands of our own
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| I need you to find me
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| Wherever you are
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| I need you to
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| Light my way home
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| All along
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| You are standing by our side
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| We carry on, running farther
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| We’re all alone
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| Or so we tell ourselves at night
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| But deep down we know
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| That you are home
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| And all along
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| You are standing by our side
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| We carry on, running farther
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| We’re not alone
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| You are with us in the night
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| And deep down we know
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| That we are home
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| We are home
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| You’ve found me where I lie
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| Set wrongs of mine to right
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| And I can sleep at night
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| 'Cause all has been forgiven
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| My heart has made its home
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| With Christ and Christ alone
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| Christ alone |