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The One I Trust

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You say you love me -
No you don't.
You say I need you -
Oh, I won't.
You say all these things
And you tell all these lies
That's when I look to the skies.

I get down on my knees
And I ask the Lord, please,
To come and set me free.
He grabs hold of my chains and they bust.
He helps me up, brushing off the dust.
He's the One I trust.

You say it's always been like this:
The exact same as our first kiss.
If you want me to believe
In what you say,
You'll have to learn from Him someday.

I get down on my knees
And I ask the Lord, please,
To come and set me free.
He grabs hold of my chains and they bust.
He helps me up, brushing off the dust.
He's the One I trust.

You say without me you can't live.
(Then why don't you know how to give?)
You say I'm important -
You don't talk to me -
Prove your love and make a plea.

I get down on my knees
And I ask the Lord, please,
To come and set me free.
He grabs hold of my chains and they bust.
He helps me up, brushing off the dust.
He's the One I trust.

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