| I could never undo what You’ve done
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| So come and love me like You do
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| Teach me to let You wash my feet
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| Although I should be the one who pours love on You
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| Nothing could seperate this love
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| Even my weak attempts to show You how I feel
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| I am week but this is real
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| It’s real love
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| It’s real love
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| You place a crown of pure gold upon my head
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| And then You command Your loving kindness to chase me down
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| I am holding on to love that I can’t see but I believe
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| It’s real love
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| It’s real love
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| I could never undo what You’ve done
|
| So come and love me like You do
|
| Teach me to let You wash my feet
|
| Although I should be the one who pours love on You
|
| Nothing could seperate this love
|
| Even my weak attempts to show You how I feel
|
| I am week but this is real
|
| It’s real love
|
| It’s real love
|
| You place a crown of pure gold upon my head
|
| And then You command Your loving kindness to chase me down
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| I am holding on to love that I can’t see but I believe
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| It’s real love
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| It’s real love |