| Ooh, it’s well past midnight
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| And I’m awake with questions
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| That won’t wait for daylight
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| Separating fact from my imaginary fiction
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| On this shelf of my conviction
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| I need to find a place
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| Where You and I come face to face
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| Thomas needed
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| Proof that You had really risen
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| Undefeated
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| When he placed his fingers
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| Where the nails once broke Your skin
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| Did his faith finally begin?
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| I’ve lied if I’ve denied
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| The common ground I’ve shared with him
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| And I, I really want to know You
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| I want to make each day
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| A different way that I can show You how
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| I really want to love You
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| Be patient with my doubt
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| I’m just tryin' to figure out Your will
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| And I really want to know You still
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| Nicodemus could not understand
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| How You could Truly free us
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| He struggled with the image
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| Of a grown man born again
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| We might have been good friends
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| 'Cause sometimes I still question, too
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| How easily we come to You
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| But I, I really want to know You
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| I want to make each day
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| A different way that I can show You how
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| I really want to love You
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| Be patient with my doubt
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| I’m just tryin' to figure out Your will
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| And I really want to know You still
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| No more camping on the porch of indecision
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| No more sleeping under stars of apathy
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| And it might be easier to dream
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| But dreaming’s not for me
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| And I, I really want to know You
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| I want to make each day
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| A different way that I can show You how
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| I really want to love You
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| Be patient with my doubt
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| I’m just tryin' to figure out Your will
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| And I really want to know You still
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| I want to know you
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| I really want to know you
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| Hey yeah, yeah
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| I really want to know you
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| I really want to know you
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |