| Wake up sixty minutes after my head hits the pillow
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| I can’t live like this
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| And in the shower I am a sailor
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| Standing waiting, ready for the ship to list
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| Everything looks burned up
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| I’m too scared to look around
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| Don’t feel like going on but
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| Come on, make a joyful sound
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| If you will believe in your heart
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| And confess with your lips
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| Surely you will be saved one day
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| Try to think of ways to fix myself
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| But everything ends in a cul-de-sac
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| The beast broke from the barn while we were
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| Sleeping, face it, face it, he’s not coming back
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| Don’t see what the point is
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| In even trying to fight
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| Look for the bigger picture
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| When I close my eyes real tight
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| If you will believe in your heart
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| And confess with your lips
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| Surely you will be saved one day
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| Look for the sign of Daniel
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| Consider the clues
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| Wait as long as I have to
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| For good news
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| Wake and rise and face the day
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| And try to stop the day from staring back at me
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| Busy hours for joyful hearts
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| And later maybe head out to the pharmacy
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| Won’t take the medication
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| But it’s good to have around
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| A kind and loving god
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| Won’t let my small ship run aground
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| If you will believe in your heart
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| And confess with your lips
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| Surely you will be saved one day |