I like, like to be liked
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And no one likes to hear the truth
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And I've seen what the truth can do
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So I tried, tried to downsize
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The part of You that's hard to tell
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But the layoff didn't go so well
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Beat around the burning bush
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'Til that fire went away
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God was once so palpable
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Before the shades of gray
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We might as well just fold our hands
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If we can't call a spade a spade
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'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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If we won't ever shoot them straight
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These pleasantries shading me
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And you too along
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Let's part the clouds
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And show the world the Son
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We think, think we are helping
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By giving You a little flare
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But it doesn't matter what You wear
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'Cause runways aren't Your forte
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You prefer the narrow road
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Even though it's not en vogue
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The gospel looked so very cold
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One night as I passed by
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So I gave him my best sugar coat
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And dressed it in a lie
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We might as well just fold our hands
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If we can't call a spade a spade
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'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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If we won't ever shoot them straight
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These pleasantries shading me
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And you too along
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Let's part the clouds
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And show the world the Son
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This living water will not quench us
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If it's watered down
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Its not our place to hide again
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This treasure that we've found
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We might as well just fold our hands
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If we can't call a spade a spade
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'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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If we won't ever shoot them straight
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These pleasantries shading me
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And you too along
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Let's part the clouds
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We might as well just fold our hands
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If we can't call a spade a spade
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'Cause we will miss the heart each time
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If we won't ever shoot them straight
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These pleasantries shading me
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And you too along
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Let's part the clouds
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And show the world the Son
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Part The Clouds
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| Jimmy Needham |
