i don't want to say a word today
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i'm afraid of what i just might say
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i tell the optimist im pessimistic
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of what's going on here
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is it true the colors i have seen
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are they real the places i have been
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well you may say that i doubt
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well i guess i'm human, no doubt
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so take me back to the place
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where i first saw the light
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give me backthe sweet touch
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that i found in You that day
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i don't want to hear Your word today
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its my life, and i'll live it my way
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but my weaknesses leave me in pieces
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so it seems every time that i try
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i have struggled hard to justify
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the only truth that i hound in my life
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i still need a way too much
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to not be searching for Your touch
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Sweet Touch
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| Ready For Monday |
