This is the hard part
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Stopping to ask for directions
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Sketching with these dirty colors just where I am
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You might have heard me
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Artfully dodging the buzz words
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Scoffing at your insinuation
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Of just where I am
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I'm a long long way
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From where I left to begin this refrain
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From where Your mercy and grace remain
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From where you sit is it true
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It's not that far to You
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It happened slowly
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Feet falling hard on the pavement
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Eyes reaching into the distance
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Toward empty sunsets
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Didn't I need to break out, want to be king
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Wouldn't I face the gallows if I return
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Or is a man freely pardoned
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As I have heard
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Precious Jesus
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Where can I flee from Your Spirit
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You know me too well.
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Long, Long Way
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| Smalltown Poets |
