| I am sitting with my heart out on the table
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| I am doing a face to face with God
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| He picked up my heat and said
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| What you want me to do with this?
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| I just blinked my eyes no smile, no laugh, no tears
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| No shrugging my shoulders
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| It crossed my mind, Yeah I got an idea
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| You could take my heart and put it in a padlocked box
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| What if they grab too hard or smash it, or throw it down
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| I am scared of being hurt, I just want to live, live a happy life!
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| You want to, you want to
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| Soak my heart in gasoline
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| Light a match and consume me
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| Soak my pride in gasoline all of you and none of me
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| I was reminded my heart reeks of gasoline
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| It bears the mark of a slave committed to life
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| Anyone who wants it
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| Will have to grab it from a real big God try to touch me
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| You will be consumed, you¬ will be consumed I want to, I want to
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| I am sitting here with my heart out on the table
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| Next to a bloody mess that was once a man’s heart
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| I looked at God and said, What do you want me to do with this?
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| He said, Already done, already done, that heart was Jesus |