**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 i’m hiding all the ugly bits
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only showing new kicks, they ain’t even the half of it
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i’m mastering the art of plastering with white wash
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the pastor tells me that it’s legalism and i’m lost
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you’re right...i’m circling around the sin and shame
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it’s hard to see the white 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, 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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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 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 |
