| This Mystery
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| Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun
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| One more day, one more way
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| Of keeping track of all I’ve done
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| I run this race, keep this pace
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| I’m doing fine
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| And I won’t stop until each box
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| Gets checked a second time
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| And life becomes the round and round
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| Revolving door that won’t slow down
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| It won’t slow down
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| Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
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| Say goodbye to the lines that we’ve colored in
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| Brown and gray from day to day
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| Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
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| Try and try to invoke us to live in You
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| That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
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| This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
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| I rise and rest; |
| I do my best
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| When will it ever be enough?
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| And life becomes the bigger noise
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| Drowning out Your little voice
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| Your little voice, Jesus
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| Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
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| Say goodbye to the lines that we’ve colored in
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| Brown and gray from day to day
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| Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
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| Try and try to invoke us to live in You
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| That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
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| We take stock, and we punch the clock
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| And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end
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| Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
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| Say goodbye to the lines that we’ve colored in
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| Brown and gray day after day after day
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| Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
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| Try and try to invoke us to live in You
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| That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
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| That we might be the hands and feet
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| That we might be the hands and feet
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| Of this mystery
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| This Mystery |