| I make 'em, I try to hide 'em
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| Sometimes it feels like I’m defined by them
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| All of the evidence stacked against me
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| All of the fingers that are pointed at me
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| I can’t deny it
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| All of my mistakes
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| Woven through my story
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| All the mess I make
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| God, use it for Your glory
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| Every wrong turn, it’s true
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| Led me right here to You
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| I may lose my way, nothing’s greater than Your grace
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (Na na na)
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| (Na na na na)
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (Na na na)
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| (Na na na na)
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| I hunger to be holy
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| But I still wrestle with the old me
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| You know who I am, who I’m becoming
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| Through all the dirt and the stains, you love me
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| I can’t deny it
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| All of my mistakes
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| Woven through my story
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| All the mess I make
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| God, use it for Your glory
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| Every wrong turn, it’s true
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| Led me right here to You
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| I may lose my way, nothing’s greater than Your grace
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (Na na na)
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| (Na na na na)
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (Na na na)
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| (Na na na na)
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| Every hard fall, back in yesterday
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| Every stumble that I’ve yet to make
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| The cross redeems, and washes them away
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| Whoa
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| And washes them away, oh
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| All of my mistakes
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| Woven through my story
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| (My story, oh)
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| All the mess I make
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| God, use it for Your glory
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| (All for You, Lord)
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| Every wrong turn, it’s true
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| Led me right here to You
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| (You)
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| I may lose my way, nothing’s greater than Your grace
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| (Oh)
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| All of my mistakes
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| (My mistakes)
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| Woven through my story
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| (My story, Lord)
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| All the mess I make
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| God, use it for Your glory
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| (Oh God, use it, Lord)
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| Every wrong turn, it’s true
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| Led me right here to You
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| (You)
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| I may lose my way, nothing’s greater than Your grace
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| (Mmm)
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (No)
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| Not even my mistakes
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| Not even my mistakes
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| (My mistakes)
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| Not even my mistakes
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| No, not even my mistakes |