| We’ve been swimming through muddy waters
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| They say there’s a mountain of gold around the bend
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| The tides are rising
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| Storms are getting stronger
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| I haven’t forgiven myself yet
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| I’d tell you the truth
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| But the truth is that you wouldn’t bother
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| A bird in the hand is worth more than two in the bush
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| Ooh I wasn’t born to be a follower
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| I was born to lead
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| Revival
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| Revival
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| Revival
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| I’ve given all I’ve got except my name and place in history
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| I know I’ve learned by now
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| There’s no saving grace
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| You’ve got to carve your own way down
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| For your revival
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| We’re raised by blood
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| Sand and stone
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| And there’s no coming back from this world
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| We call our own
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| We broke the mold
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| Now our purpose is surfacing fulfilling prophecy
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| Somebody crown the king
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| Revival
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| Revival
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| I’ve given all I’ve got except my name and place in history
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| I know I’ve learned by now
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| There’s no saving grace
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| You’ve got to carve your own way down
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| For your revival
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| Your revival
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| I’ve given all I’ve got
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| I’ve started from the bottom up
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| Holding onto faith and change
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| I’ve been cast out and doubted enough
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| To know the only hope is me
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| We’ve been swimming through muddy water
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| Oh I wasn’t born to be a follower
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| I’ve given all I’ve got except my name and place in history
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| I know I’ve learned by now
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| There’s no saving grace
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| You’ve got to carve your own way
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| I’ve given all I’ve got except my name and place in history
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| I know I’ve learned by now
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| There’s no saving grace
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| You’ve got to carve your own way down
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| For your revival |