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I guess I need to choose |
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But today I am confused |
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And losing ground |
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Is this part of some plan |
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The rise and fall of man |
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I can't be sure |
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When I'm away from my source of peace |
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Something fills that space in me |
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And it feels like I don't need you |
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It's easy to get by |
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When I don't even try to |
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Find the truth |
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Today I learned that faith |
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Is not to be obtained like a place I can go |
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It's more of a choice than a feeling |
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And more of a wound than healing |
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The act of believing in you |
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And I guess I need to choose |
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But today I am confused and losing ground |
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But maybe this is where I grow |
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When I admit that I don't know |
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When belief becomes the only way to you |