Oh, my life is filled with white-hot anxiety,
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Though I think I wear it very well,
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I still worry bout' what people might think of me
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if they ever saw me past my outer shell.
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Believe me, I know how to worry.
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I've chewed my fingernails to the bone.
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Oh, I've got my share of problems
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Still it is well with my soul
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Sometimes I wrestle with my conscience
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Still it is well with my soul
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Lord, I think about all that you've done for me.
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Lord, I think about it all the time.
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But sometimes a ghost from the past starts
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really haunting me,
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sticking those awful feelings in my mind.
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I won't let it get to me, no.
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I ain't walking down that old, dark road.
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Oh, I've got my share of problems
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Still it is well with my soul
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Don't always know just how to solve them
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Still it is well with my soul
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Since I've been given true forgiveness
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And it is well with my soul
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I'll be about my father's business
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And it is well with my soul
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In my soul
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I can see clearly
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In my soul
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Through the darkness surrounding me
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Once you've tasted and seen
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Then you'll know what I mean
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There ain't nothing gonna keep me down,
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so...get up...
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Oh, I've got my share of problems
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Still it is well with my soul
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Don't always know just how to solve them
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Still it is well with my soul
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Sometimes I wrestle with my conscience
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Still it is well with my soul
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Still I know that I've got true forgiveness
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And it is well with my soul
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It Is Well With My Soul
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Bob Carlisle |