(to God)
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Deep in the river
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flowing as fire in my chest
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so much that you can see
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though this shell of a man that i detest
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make of me something
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that you can use
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if only two hands for passing time
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erase my ego
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with a glimpse of your image so divine
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and mold my body in your hands
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for i am only clay
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not hardened yet
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i have no offering for thee
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but the emptiness in me
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do what you want with me
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do what you want
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come to me like sleep
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and walk me across the great devine
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between what the whole world sees
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and what i really feel inside
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make of me something you can use
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if only the shoes to hold you feet
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breathe life into me
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make whole what is now so imcomplete
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and you can pick any canvas lady
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for i am only paint
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wet to the touch
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i have no offering for thee
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but the song you hear me singing
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do what you want with me
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do what you want
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im only half a man
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and i dont deserve your hands
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making me whole
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mold my body in your hands
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for i am only clay
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not hardened yet
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i have no offering for thee
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but the song you hear me singning
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do what you want with me
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do what you want
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Do What You Want
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David Ryan Harris |