| Out in the wilderness, riding a broken road, hell-bent on causing a scene
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| There sat a man who would do all he could just to keep himself holy and clean
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| Restless and rambling, desperately running to kill off the work of the Lord
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| Struck down by heaven and held up by nothing, he took a new side in the war
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| I wanna do what Paul did
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| I wanna get my mind right
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| I wanna do what Paul did
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| Out on the firing line
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| And if the world should end, I’ve got a friend in mind
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| If the world should end, I 've got a friend
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| Hungry and hopeless while chained to a focus when love had then made him a slave
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| Hardship and suffering, poured like an offering all for the sake of His name
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| Landing in prison and holding a vision of saving the world from a lie
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| Beaten and broken with all of it spoken and in the end willing to die
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| I wanna do what Paul did
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| I wanna get my mind right
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| I wanna do what Paul did
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| Out on the firing line
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| And if the world should end, I’ve got a friend in mind
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| If the world should end, I 've got a friend
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| With all of the kingdom calling
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| And all of the old world ending
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| Bound to go all out trying
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| Running for what he then knew
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| With all of the kingdom calling
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| And all of the old world ending
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| Bound to go all out trying
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| Dying to carry the truth |