| Slow down. |
| Hold still
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| It’s not as if it’s a matter of will
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| Someone’s circling. |
| Someone’s moving
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| A little lower than the angels
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| And it’s got nothing to do with me
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| The wind blows through the trees
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| But if I look for it, it won’t come
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| I tense up. |
| My mind goes numb
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| There’s nothing harder than learning how to receive
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| Calm down. |
| Be still
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| We’ve got plenty of time to kill
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| No hand writing on the wall:
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| Just the voice that’s in us all
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| And you’re whispering to me
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| Time to get up off my hands and knees
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| Cause if I beg for it, it won’t come
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| I find nothing but table crumbs
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| My hands are empty. |
| God I’ve been naive
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| All I need is everything
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| Inside, outside, feel new skin
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| All I need is everything
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| Feel the slip and the grip of grace again
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| Slow down. |
| Hold still
|
| It’s not as if it’s a matter of will
|
| Someone’s circling. |
| Someone’s moving
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| A little lower than the angels
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| This voice calling me to you:
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| It’s just barely coming through
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| Still, I clearly hear my name
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| I’ve been fingering the flame
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| Like tomorrow’s martyr
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| It gets harder to believe
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| All I need is everything
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| Inside, outside, feel new skin
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| All I need is everything
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| Feel the slip and the grip of grace again
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| So from now till kingdom come
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| Taste the words on the tip of my tongue
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| Cause we can’t run truth out of town
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| Only force it underground
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| The roots grow deeper
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| In ways we can’t conceive
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| All I need is everything
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| Inside, outside feel new skin
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| All I need is everything
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| Feel the slip and the grip of grace again
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| All I need is all I need |