I go my own way and cover my tracks
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Instead of chasin and checking the facts
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I do believe my time is running short
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It¡¯s hard to tell just who¡¯s who anymore
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So many people come and knock on my door
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Many claim that they are the One
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Somebody told me to reach for the Son
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I¡¯m throwing it all away
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So many times I¡¯ve seen your love
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I know it must be real
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Well, I¡¯ve got to keep moving
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Gotta look for what¡¯s real
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But seein¡¯ is believin¡¯
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I gotta know which way to go
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Time and again someone¡¯s turned me around
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But left me hanging with no truth to be found
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I see your life and I wonder who¡¯s your master?
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Still I¡¯m wandering around in a daze
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Can¡¯t seem to find my way out of this haze
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This old world¡¯s a merry go round
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Won¡¯t someone show me to solid ground?
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I¡¯m throwing it all away
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So many times I¡¯ve seen your love
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I know it must be real
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Well, I¡¯ve got to keep moving
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Gotta look for what¡¯s real
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But seein¡¯ is believin¡¯
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Seein' Is Believing
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| Whitecross |
