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From my apartment in my bedroom to the sound of your headphones |
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We can dream of California like it won't run out of gold |
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And I could sing the same thing over; to me it don't get old |
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With the same hooks and the same words you already know |
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I'm still learning to live like I've heard nothing else |
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But this one thing |
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Love your Savior and your neighbor like yourself |
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You can know everything, but your knowing won't help |
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So once again |
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Love your Savior and your neighbor like yourself |
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If you listened to the chorus, you don't need a second verse |
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And if you missed it, good, you're honest; I'll repeat what I said first |
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And I'll keep singing the same thing over so you can't forget the words |
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I'm not trying to buy you; you're not mine to own |
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I've got nothing to sell you but all of my ... |
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La, la, LAAAA! La, la, la la, la la, la la la ... |
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La, la, LAAAA! La, la, la la, la la, la la, la la |
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Jesus, what would You tell us today |
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If we asked You, "What's the best thing we could do or say?" |
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Bet You'd remind us of the things that You already said |
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To get the point across, You did, to get it stuck inside our heads |
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No questions left 'cause I'm still... |
