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On the surface not a ripple |
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Undercurrent wages war |
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Quiet in the sanctuary |
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Sin is crouching at my door, oh |
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How can I be so prone to wander |
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So prone to leave You so prone to die |
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And how can You be so full of mercy |
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You race to meet me and bring be back to life, oh |
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I wake to find my soul in fragments |
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Given to a thousand loves |
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But only one will have no rival |
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Hangs to heal me, spills His blood, oh |
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How can I be so prone to wander |
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So prone to leave You so prone to die |
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And how can You be so full of mercy |
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You race to meet me and bring be back to life, oh |
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Curse-reversing day of Jesus |
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When You finally seize my soul |
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Freedom from myself will be |
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The sweetest rest I've ever known, oh |
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How can I be so prone to wander |
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So prone to leave You so prone to die |
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And how can You be so full of mercy |
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You race to meet me and bring be back to life, oh |
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How can I be so prone to wander |
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So prone to leave You so prone to die |
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And how can You be so full of mercy |
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You race to meet me and bring be back to life, oh |
