| I don’t want to worship a
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| god
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| I made in my own image
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| and what’s the use of a savior
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| who depends on my righteousness
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| maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong
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| maybe I don’t know you at all
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| maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong
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| maybe you’re not so much like me
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| oh holy ghost
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| please unravel my illusions
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| when the perfect comes
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| the imperfect will pass away
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| when I know you
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| my perceptions won’t mean anything
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| Who are you
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| can I know you
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| in this life
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| in this body
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| with this sick, apathetic heart
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| or am I too far
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| when the perfect comes
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| the imperfect will pass away
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| when I know you
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| my perceptions won’t mean anything
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| so show me who you are
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| show me who you really are |