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Ooh, it's well past midnight |
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And I'm awake with questions |
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That won't wait for daylight |
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Separating fact from my imaginary fiction |
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On this shelf of my conviction |
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I need to find a place |
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Where You and I come face to face |
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Thomas needed |
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Proof that You had really risen |
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Undefeated |
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When he placed his fingers |
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Where the nails once broke Your skin |
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Did his faith finally begin? |
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I've lied if I've denied |
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The common ground I've shared with him |
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And I, I really want to know You |
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I want to make each day |
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A different way that I can show You how |
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I really want to love You |
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Be patient with my doubt |
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will |
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And I really want to know You still |
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Nicodemus could not understand |
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How You could Truly free us |
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He struggled with the image |
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Of a grown man born again |
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We might have been good friends |
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'Cause sometimes I still question, too |
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How easily we come to You |
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But I, I really want to know You |
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I want to make each day |
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A different way that I can show You how |
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I really want to love You |
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Be patient with my doubt |
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will |
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And I really want to know You still |
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No more camping on the porch of indecision |
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No more sleeping under stars of apathy |
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And it might be easier to dream |
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But dreaming's not for me |
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And I, I really want to know You |
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I want to make each day |
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A different way that I can show You how |
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I really want to love You |
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Be patient with my doubt |
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will |
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And I really want to know You still |
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I want to know you |
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I really want to know you |
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Hey yeah, yeah |
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I really want to know you |
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I really want to know you |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
