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It never was about the oil dripping from my head |
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I never did dream beyond the pastures I could tend |
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It never was about the praise, not about the street parade |
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I didn't really need a crowd when Goliath fell down |
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I never meant to woo a king with simple shepherd songs |
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Or hide away inside a cave, safe from danger's arms |
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I never meant to wear a crown or try to bring armies down |
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It never was about me and who I hoped to be |
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At the end of the day I wanna hear people say |
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My heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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When the world looks at me, let them agree |
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That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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I never thought I would be much more than Jesse's kin |
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Who would ever dream a king would come from Bethlehem? |
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I know that I've crashed and burned, their lives have been overturned |
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But You redeem everything, yeah, even me |
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At the end of the day I want to hear people say |
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That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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When the world looks at me, I pray all they see |
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Is my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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Five little stones or a royal robe |
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Shepherd or king doesn't mean a thing |
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'Cause at the end of the day |
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At the end of the day I wanna hear people say |
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That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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Unashamed I will dance, in Your name, lift my hands |
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'Til my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart |
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Like Your heart |
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Like Your heart |
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Till this heart looks like Your heart |
