| Staring at the bedroom ceiling
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| Wondering if I’ll start dreaming
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| But my doubts and fears won’t let me be
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| These questions burn I toss and turn in hope of finding peace
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| Your words keep ringing through my head
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| Calling me, calling me
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| I feel the weight of what You’ve said
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| Come to me, come to me and you’ll find rest
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| You’ll find rest
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| I love to talk but I hate to listen
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| I wanna move but I need direction
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| This endless search for answers
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| Has torn me down and now I’ve found
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| It’s leading back to You
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| Your words keep ringing through my head
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| Calling me, calling me
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| I feel the weight of what You’ve said
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| Come to me, come to me and you’ll find rest
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| You will find rest
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| The echo of Your voice
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| Breaking through the noise
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| I am listening
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| I am listening
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| Your words keep ringing through my head
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| I feel the weight of what You’ve said
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| Your words keep ringing through my head
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| Calling me, calling me
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| I feel the weight of what You’ve said
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| Come to me, come to me and you’ll find rest
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| You will find rest, you will find rest |