| Here I go, far away
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| I’ll keep running in this race
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| From my sin & from my shame
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| I’m renewed, I’m not the same
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| And i won’t, won’t look back
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| ‘cause Your grace keeps me on track
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| My song will never cease
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| For in You I am free!
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| Ever before? |
| yea, I need it more than that
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| My lifestyle’s a backpack, tattered and black
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| It’s wack… I mean it’s like I’m hiding all the ugly bits
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| Only showing new kicks, they ain’t even the half of it
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| I’m mastering the art of plastering with white wash
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| The pastor tells me that it’s legalism and i’m lost
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| You’re right… I’m circling around the sin and shame
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| It’s hard to see the white with a canvas full of stains
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| But the rain already came, the gavel already fell
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| The savior of the world took it all on himself
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| To show me that my struggle’s already won
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| The gun was unloaded on the perfect one, the son of man
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| I know in my weakness or fickle heart
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| Everyday I’m given a new life, a new start
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| ‘cause i know my inheritance isn’t from here
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| So watch me run to the future, without fear!
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| Here I go, far away
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| I’ll keep running in this race
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| From my sin & from my shame
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| I’m renewed, I’m not the same
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| And i won’t, won’t look back
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| ‘cause Your grace keeps me on track
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| My song will never cease
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| For in You I am free!
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| Every time it feels the same to me
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| You tell me I’m loved, You tell me i’m free
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| (but i do not feel it)
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| And i know the crutch is my own helpless state
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| Of my own refusal to take Your grace
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| I’ll keep no confidence in what i do
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| I’ve known that you know me right through and through
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| And i will now abandon my own throne
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| To run to the light, won’t you watch me go |