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Always Makes Me Want To Sing

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He always hears me out, i fought through all my doubts
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i can tell Him anything
i can tell Him anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
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tell Him what i'm doing in the morning
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tell Him what i did all night


gonna give you so much worry, keep you in a hurry
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
the devil knows he can
crying about the injustice
crying about the meaning of it all


why bother with the climbing, depends on the timing
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
let it come to you
you'll know cause of the gnawing
dreams will go away to find some rest

you're just being tested, like He always said
you can do anything
you can do anything
always makes me want to sing
always makes me want to sing
living this single moment
while i keep on getting closer to the truth

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