I've been putting on and putting off too many people
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And I'm getting old to live
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like an injured man, ailments and unfilled prescriptions,
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like the nose on my face
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Like a broken boat, a safety raft, and a love for the water
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Well I just can't decide
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To sink or swim, it's me or them,Should I save myself
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or go back for the others
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Because maybe there's no gray and I was wrong to tell 'em so
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And then maybe all that I've to do was done a long time ago
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CHORUS
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Because there was life before my life
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There was provision before my need
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There was redemption before my sin
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For the sake of the world I thank the Lord
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That the truth's not contingent on me
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Because I've been dressing up and dressing down for too many people
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And I'm a little young to live
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Like a troubled boy, a troubled soul, a fish out of water
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Because we're all just the same
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We're all just as good, and just as bad, and just as distracted
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By the corners of our eyes
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As our fathers were, and theirs before and all those before them,
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And still I glance around
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And with the way I stare you'd think I'd seen through a two-by-four
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And with the way I walk you'd think I'd never seen grace before
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Because there was life before my life
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There was provision before my need
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There was redemption before my sin
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For the sake of the world I thank the Lord
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That the truth's not contingent on me
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But I've been putting up, putting down too many things
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That I know nothing about,
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but I'm jealous of, holding pride as tight as I can
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like she was my only daughter
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Because there was life before my life
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There was provision before my need
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There was redemption before my sin
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For the sake of the world I thank the Lord
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That the truth's not contingent on me
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'Cause the truth's not contingent on me.
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The Truth
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| Caedmon's Call |
