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Don't you look out your window. |
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Don't you peek through the door. |
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Cause you just might find the thing that scares you most. |
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I ain't talking about the devil man. |
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Ain't talking about ghost. |
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Just that shapeless thing that's made us sorrows host. |
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Too much information might cripple your soul. |
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The world is challenging your faith, more than you know. |
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If you're looking for forgiveness. |
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You better hit your knees. |
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If you're asking Jesus, you better ask him please. |
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Now everybody's searching. |
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So many are lost. |
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They serve themselves no matter what the cost. |
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Yea the path is narrow and the ground is hard. |
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No streets of gold, down here only broken and marred. |
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A lonely night is a recurring thing. |
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Empty rooms and not a word to sing. |
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So I look to the hymns when my spirit sinks. |
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Don't look for Jesus, he's closer than you think. |
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Now when the preacher shamed you. |
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Yea the preacher lied. |
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He may say you're damned |
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but it ain't he who decides. |
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And the people shunned you like some people do. |
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But the words they spoke, were as useful as one shoe. |
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Happiness is a slippery thing. |
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Like a pig and grease. |
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Something's coming and I hope it's peace. |
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Well it's bound to happen. I know he understands. |
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I'm sure that Jesus holds it in his hands. |
