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God, I admit I haven't changed |
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Playing card houses still covering my landscape |
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I never expected You to stay |
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When I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change |
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I feel Your grace come running over every road |
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I love the way You're calling overflow |
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I feel Your grace come running over every road |
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You break the floodgates down and carry all |
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God, I admit that I've loved these chains |
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And crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages |
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I know someday this could get old |
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And I'll need Your healing water to find my home |
