| I walk inside your open places
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| Like a diary you’ve written down your rules and rages
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| I can’t believe you’ve faced it
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| I can’t believe you’ve made it, oh
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| And I try to figure all the reasons
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| Why you turned your faith to everything but Jesus
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| I’m telling you, just give in
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| I’m not gonna give up on you
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| So wherever you go
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| I will stand beside you
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| Not leading or behind you, oh
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| And wherever you stand
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| I will stand beside you
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| Not leading or behind you, oh
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| So take me past the broken places
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| Show me everywhere the world made you feel it erased you
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| Maybe we can face it
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| Maybe we can break this, oh
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| And I try to give you all the reasons
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| But when it comes to me, it comes to me in pieces
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| I’m telling you you’re gonna make it out of this mess
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| Oh you’re gonna make it, gonna make it out of this mess
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| Oh you’re gonna make it
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| So wherever you go
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| I will stand beside you
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| Not leading or behind you, oh
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| And wherever you stand
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| I will stand beside you
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| Not leading or behind you, oh
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| And wherever you go, I will follow
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| I will follow you all the way
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| And wherever you go, I will follow… |