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I'm growing tired of a mouth shut tight |
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When all I want to do is |
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Tell the whole world about the man sitting |
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At the right hand of the One in heaven |
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How could I sing |
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About anything but Him? |
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Chorus: |
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He is the answer to the question |
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He is the cure for the infection |
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He is all He says He is |
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He is the ultimate reflection |
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Of holiness and true perfection |
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He is all He says He is |
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How can I not cry watching as the world dies |
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Without a prayer |
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They run to their own gods, roughshod |
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Blind to the living God of earth and heaven |
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How could they sing |
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Of everything but him? |
