| Become who you are, got a head start to going nowhere
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| The rush of our youth, now we’d do anything to go back
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| At least I would
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| Took a nap on your bed
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| Oh, the weight of your breath made me quiver
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| Took off my shoes 'cause I knew
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| That intentions aren’t easy to hide
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| So we sat on your couch
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| Pleading the Lord to cleanse our bodies
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| But we laughed as we prayed
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| We couldn’t honestly say your name
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| Seven years old now at my mom’s church
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| And the pastor, he rants of revival
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| He points to the ceiling, he says there’s a cloud there
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| That’s embodied the form of the spirit
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| So I sit in my pew
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| Squinting my eyes to make sense of the teaching
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| But that little boy that prayed
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| He didn’t see a cloud that day
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| Now on my bathroom floor
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| I speak to the Lord in simple tongue
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| It’s getting harder every day
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| To honestly say Your name, name
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| It won’t come out the same
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| That holy and righteous name |