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Eighteen years
I guess it was alright
I let you do the thinking
I'd just bide my time
Father to son
Sunday hand me down
Where did I go wrong
Not to hear your song
It's a beautiful sound
Moving through the crowd
Voices lifted up
On high for you
It's a beautful sound
And we've only just begun to understand
All along you we're singing us
A love song
To have found you, and still be looking for you
It's "the soul's paradox of love"
You fill my cup I lift it up for more
I won't stop now that I'm free
I'll be chasing you
Like you chase me
Lead us break us
Form us make us
Mold us bend us
Push us shape us
This is poetry in motion
Mercies new every day
This faith cannot stay still
Until we see you face to face
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