| Now e’erbody wanna know
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| Why I keep talkin' 'bout «slave» here in front of folk
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| They say I make 'em uncomfortable
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| I reply, that’s exactly what I’m gunnin' for
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| Chained to Christ and I’m lovin' it that way
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| I don’t wanna run like Kunta Kinte
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| Creator of all, I am your clay
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| Mold me, shape me, make me your way
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| Take me, break me, whatever your forte
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| To make me in your image but don’t show me the doorway
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| 'Cause e’erbody search the world lookin' for peace
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| Who knew I had to become a slave to be free?
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| You never ever let me go
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| Your love is so unfailing
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| Yes it is true, I’m a slave to you
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| Yes it is true, I’m a slave to you
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| Yes it is true, I’m a slave to you
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| Yes it is true, I’m a slave to you
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| I’m a slave to you
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| And I love my chains
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout the ones ruby, get some things
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| Some sell they soul for the rocks and rings
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| My soul was rocked when I met the King
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| Some offer me the world but I don’t think I need it
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| They say money is the fruit of life but I don’t wanna eat it
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| We already seen that trick anyway |
| Learn the lesson in Genesis, why fall again?
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| Hey, I don’t have to live another day
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| Matter of fact, you can take what I own away
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| But through the blood me and Christ will never separate
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| And the day of his return’s what I anticipate
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| Now do you mind if I testify?
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| Never givin' a thought if I live or die
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| Until the Lord came and he touched my life
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| So everything I have I give for Christ
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| My world was spinnin' round and round out of control
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| Until you came and wrapped your arms around my soul |