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 prescription
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Like the nose on my face.
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Like a broken boat, safety raft, love for the water
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Well I just can¡¯t decide
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to sink of 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 them so
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Then maybe all that I¡¯ve to do was done a long time ago
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REFRAIN
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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 for 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 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, fish out of water
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¡®Cause 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 father¡¯s were and theirs before and all those before them
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But 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 for 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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I¡¯ve been putting up and putting down too many things
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I know nothing about
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Well 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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There was life before my life
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There was provision before my need
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There was redemption for my sin
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for the sake of the world.
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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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Truth
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| Caedmon's Call |
