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Is it fair to say I was lured away? |
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By endless distractions and lovelier attractions then |
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Or fairer still, my own free will |
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Is the better one to blame for this familiar mess |
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I've made again |
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So I would understand if You were out of patience |
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And I would understand if I was out of chances |
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And Your mercies are new every morning |
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So let me wake with the dawn |
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When the music is through or so it seems to be |
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Then let me sing a new song, old things gone |
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Every day it's true, You make all Your mercies new |
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The distance left between East and West |
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Is how far You would go to forget the debt I'd owe |
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And thrown into the sea, the wicked ways in me |
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Will never have a chance to wash back on the sand |
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So I would understand if You would make me pay |
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And I would understand lying in the bed I made again |
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Your mercies are new every morning |
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So let me wake with the dawn |
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When the music is through or so it seems to be |
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Let me sing a new song, old things gone |
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Every day it's true, You make all Your mercies new |
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Up comes the sun on every one of us |
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Gone, gone, gone the guilt and shame that knew Your name |
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Your mercies are new every morning |
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So let me wake with the dawn |
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When the music is through or so it seems to be |
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Let me sing a new song, old things gone |
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Every day it's true, You make all Your mercies new |
