| I turned into the memories
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| Of heartbreaks I have known
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| I’ve seen so many little problems
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| Darken as they’ve grown
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| Was the world created
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| Within a holy tear?
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| Or did he make a world of fools
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| Blind to all that’s near?
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| There’s a bounty on my table
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| And fortunes I forget
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| And though I was told as I’d grow old
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| I’d feel life owed a debt
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| There’s a bounty on my table
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| That I can never see
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| So Lord, come into my heart and make
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| A better soul out of me, Amen
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| I walked through sunlit open fields
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| Filled with God’s own light
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| But I was under my own storms
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| And I saw only night
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| Was the world created
|
| Within a holy tear?
|
| Or did he make a world of fools
|
| Blind to all that’s near?
|
| There’s a bounty on my table
|
| And fortunes I forget
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| And though I was told as I’d grow old
|
| I’d feel life owed a debt
|
| There’s a bounty on my table
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| That I can never see
|
| So Lord, come into my heart and make
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| A better soul out of me, Amen
|
| There’s a bounty on my table
|
| And fortunes I forget
|
| And though I was told as I’d grow old
|
| I’d feel life owed a debt
|
| There’s a bounty on my table
|
| That I can never see
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| So Lord, come into my heart and make
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| A better soul out of me, Amen |