Oooooo...
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It's well past midnight
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And I'm awake with questions that won't
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Wait for daylight
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Separating fact from my imaginary fiction
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On this shelf of my conviction
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I need to find a place
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Where You and I come face to face
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Thomas needed
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Proof that You had really risen
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Undefeated
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When he placed his fingers
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Where the nails once broke Your skin
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Did his faith finally begin?
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I've lied if I've denied
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The common ground I've shared with him
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And I, I really want to know You
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I want to make each day
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A different way that I can show You how
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I really want to love You
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Be patient with my doubt
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will
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And I really want to know You still
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Nicodemus
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Could not understand how You could
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Truly free us
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He struggled with the image
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Of a grown man born again
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We might have been good friends
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Cuz sometimes I still question, too
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How easily we come to You
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But I, I really want to know You
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I want to make each day
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A different way that I can show You how
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I really want to love You
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Be patient with my doubt
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will
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And I really want to know You still
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No more camping on the porch of indecision
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No more sleeping under stars of apathy
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And it might be easier to dream
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But dreamin's not for me
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And I, I really want to know You
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I want to make each day
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A different way that I can show You how
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I really want to love You
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Be patient with my doubt
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I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will
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And I really want to know You still
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I want to know you, I really want to know you
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Hey yeah, yeah
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I really want to know you, I really want to know you,
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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To Know You
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| Nichole Nordeman |
