here i go, far away
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i¡¯ll keep running in this race
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from my sin & from my shame
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i¡¯m renewed, i¡¯m not the same
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and i won¡¯t, won¡¯t look back
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¡®cause Your grace keeps me on track
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my song will never cease
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for in You i am free!
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ever before? yea, i need it more than that
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my lifestyle¡¯s a backpack, tattered and black
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it¡¯s wack...i mean it¡¯s like
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i¡¯m hiding all the ugly bits
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only showing new kicks,
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they ain¡¯t even the half of it
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i¡¯m mastering the art of plastering
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with white wash
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the pastor tells me
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that it¡¯s legalism and i¡¯m lost
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you¡¯re right...i¡¯m circling around
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the sin and shame
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it¡¯s hard to see the white
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with a canvas full of stains
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but the rain already came, the gavel already fell
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the savior of the world took it all on himself
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to show me that my struggle¡¯s already won
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the gun was unloaded on the perfect one,
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the son of man
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i know in my weakness or fickle heart
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everyday i¡¯m given a new life, a new start
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¡®cause i know my inheritance isn¡¯t from here
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so watch me run to the future, without fear!
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here i go, far away
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i¡¯ll keep running in this race
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from my sin & from my shame
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i¡¯m renewed, i¡¯m not the same
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and i won¡¯t, won¡¯t look back
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¡®cause Your grace keeps me on track
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my song will never cease
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for in You i am free!
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every time it feels the same to me
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You tell me i¡¯m loved, You tell me i¡¯m free
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(but i do not feel it)
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and i know the crutch is my own helpless state
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of my own refusal to take Your grace
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i¡¯ll keep no confidence in what i do
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i¡¯ve known that you know
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me right through and through
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and i will now abandon my own throne
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to run to the light, won¡¯t you watch me got
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Here I Go
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| Sam Ock(»ù ¿Á) |
