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The Last Letter
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words and music by Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick
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Sitting alone up in your empty room
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In the stillness of the night
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Where all the many dreams that used to carry you
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Are no longer in sight
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You put your feeling down in black and white
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A sad, disturbing reply
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That you don't really want to face another night
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So you're saying goodbye
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But do you know that you're saying goodbye
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To a lifetime
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(CHORUS)
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Well, I've got to tell you there's another way
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To be free - to be complete
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But, you've got to make it thru another day
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And deny your own defeat
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(Don't give in)
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And I'm here to tell you there's another way
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To consume a hungry heart
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All the love you need is just a prayer away
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Let it in to where you are
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You've made it to the edge of seventeen
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Thinking now you've reached the end of the line
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But there's so much of life that you have never seen
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Now you won't have the time
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You say that you don't hear the music play
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So you're ready to give up the dance
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Now that nothing really matters anyway
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Oh, you give up your chance
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But do you know that you give up your chance
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At a lifetime
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(CHORUS)
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Well, I've got to tell you there's another way
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To be free - to be complete
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But you've got to make it thru another day
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And deny your own defeat
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(Don't give in)
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And I'm here to tell you there's another way
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To consume a hungry heart
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Jesus is waiting just a prayer away
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Let him in to where you are
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The Last Letter
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Michael W. Smith |