There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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There's a whole lot of pride that won't let go
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There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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That shows no sign of giving up control
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I've drawn all the curtains
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I've turned out all the lights
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Scared to death somebody else might see
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There's a whole lot of stubborn in this room
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And there's no one here but me
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There's a whole lot of demons in this room
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They want it all, and they don't wanna share
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There's a whole lot of demons in this room
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And none of them believe in fighting fair
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Some sit on my left
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Some sit on my right
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They talk so loud it's hard to disagree
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I'm surrounded by the demons in this room
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And there's no one here but me
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And I can't quite remember how to pray anymore
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I can't quite remember what to say anymore
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If it turns out that I can't have my way anymore
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How will I know which way to turn, when I walk out the door?
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There's a molecule of faith in this room
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What they used to call the mustard seed
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There's a molecule of faith in this room
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And a book that says that's all I'll ever need
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I don't know where it is, but I hope I find it soon
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Cause nothing else will ever set me free
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There's a molecule of faith in this room
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And even though it's much too small to see,
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If I have the courage to believe
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I'll find the one who left it here for me
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Stubborn (Psalm 151)
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Lee Ann Womack |