| Sitting in a traffic jam 11:52 p.m.
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| Just a few miles south of Cincinnati, Ohio
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| I take my pen and start to write
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| The thoughts that fill my head tonight
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| Nothing terribly profound
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| Just these simple words
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| That keep my heart anchored down
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| That keep my restless heart anchored down
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| I do, I do, I do, I do believe
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| I know, I know, I know, I know it’s true, yeah
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| I do, I do, I do, I do believe
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| Lord, I believe in You
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| I believe in You
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| Now these can be confusing times
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| The skeptics posing as the wise
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| It’s hard to see the light
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| Through all the shadows of the doubt
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| But You keep saying all the while
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| It takes the vision of a child
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| Looking through the eyes of faith to see reality
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| So once again I will say
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| I believe You’re the life
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| You’re the truth, You’re the way
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| If this faith in You is blind
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| It’s not to anything that’s true
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| 'Cause Your love opens up my eyes
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| To see that everything I need
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| Is found when I believe in You, yeah |