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All my life ive been by myself
To much pride to ask for help
Life hits me too hard
Im starting to think I took to far
Are you saying you want me to do more
After all this thats what you ask for
God, I know you're number one
But tell me how am I supposed to compete with your only begotten son
He came down while the grass had frost
He grew all that time just to die on the cross
He gave his life for our sins
So that we may live
I praise your name everyday
What esle am i supposed to give
Advice from Frost and take the road not taken
This is my life for the makin
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