| I want to pleasure in your sight
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| I want to subscribe to your delight
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| So hold on and see what I do for you
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| Oh by the way, did you see me dressed in my beautiful robe?
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| My head was bleeding so red
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| But all the thorns in my crown, the rose blended
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| Instead with my beautiful robe carries on, I will carry on
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| I cut down a tree said, Man would you look at me
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| I stuck my head in a thorn bush Man I was deceived
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| Oh my brother, Your hands are full of sores
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| But God blessed you brother
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| My nails are longer than yours
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| I was crucified with Christ
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| But how come I am not dead
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| God gave me a cross
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| But I made my own instead
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| My beautiful carries on, I will carry on
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| I cut down the tree
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| I nailed myself to the wood
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| I screamed in agony
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| Cause the glory was not so good
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| I fell to my knees and I remember
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| The words of God pierced so hard
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| Your righteousness is like filthy rags
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| And I fell to my knees and said, My filthy robe |