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Who am I that I should not admire? |
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That I should not want to love. |
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You?ve been the same from what I can remember. |
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It?s been a year and I haven?t changed. |
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Dimmer lights search for the dark |
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when they can?t find rest for themselves. |
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I?ve searched through valleys and fought in cold. |
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But never found rest in me. |
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Eager eyes, would you lean in here? |
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Would you face your fears? |
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For I am convinced that it?s love that you?ve shown me. |
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While I?ve tested seasons in search for your glory. |
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Ohhh. |
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Dimmer lights search for the dark |
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when they can?t find rest for themselves. |
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I?ve searched through valleys and fought in cold. |
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But never found rest in myself. |
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I have two bloody hands! (With scars that can prove.) |
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I tried to fight fears! (Instead I fought you.) |
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When will I learn? (Of all that I?m worth?) |
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More than I?m told! (More than I?ve heard.) |
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This is the process, the process! |
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The Process of finding who I am. |
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Finding who I am. Finding who I am. |
