I've had all these plans piled up sky high
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A thousand dreams on hold
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And I don't know why,
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I got a front row seat
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To the longest wait
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And I just can't see
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Past the things I pray
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Today
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But when I fix my eyes on all that You are
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Then every doubt I feel
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Deep in my heart
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Grows strangely dim
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All my worries fade
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And fall to the ground
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Cause when I seek Your face
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And don't look around
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Any place I'm in
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Grows strangely dim
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Sometimes where I stand
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On this narrow road
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Is in a raging storm
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Or a valley low
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But oh
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When I fix my eyes on all that You are
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Then every doubt I feel
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Deep in my heart
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Grows strangely dim
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All my worries fade
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And fall to the ground
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Cause when I seek Your face
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And don't look around
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Any place I'm in
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Grows strangely dim
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I don't know, I don't know
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What tomorrow may hold
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But I know, but I know
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That You're holding it all
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So no matter what may come
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I'm gonna fix my eyes on all that You are
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'Til every doubt I feel
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Deep in my heart
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Grows strangely dim
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Let all my worries fade
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And fall to the ground
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I'm gonna seek Your face
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And not look around
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Til the place I'm in
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Grows strangely, strangely, strangely dim.
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Strangely Dim
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Francesca Battistelli |