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I'll set nothing vile before my eyes
And while You're faithful
Oh that faithless deeds
Wouldn't static-cling
Then I'd be grateful
Hem my pants so long
For growing into strong
Down past the shoes
I didn't roll them up
To trip everyone up
And then I blamed You
Place Your wind against my sails
Envelope that mails
To a prisoner in jail
Will I answer?
Running everywhere
'Til my feet are turning bare
You knock on the door
But I rarely cross the floor
Sit around and hope
For some skin that soaks-up soap
Will I answer?
Place Your wind against my sails.
