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    When the world looks at me
    I wonder what they see
    Underneath these eyes
    Oh, smiles masquerade as pain
    Then grow up to be shame
    And leave me with a lie

    I know they, they don't see my flaws
    Or these hidden scars
    And all the mess I made
    Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
    Here's my hallelujah
    Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
    Ey, ey, ey

    I'm tired of this dirty heart
    That keeps our worlds apart
    I need Your loving fire
    And even in these church clothes
    I can't dress up my soul
    To be free is my desire

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    I'm so far from where they think I am
    But when I raise my hands
    I'm reaching out for life
    Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
    Here's my hallelujah
    Every single day, I'm running to Your grace

    I know they, they don't see my flaws
    Or these hidden scars
    And all the mess I made
    Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
    Here's my hallelujah
    Every single day, I'm running to Your grace

    Running to Your grace
    Ooh, I need it everyday

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    Composition: Tori Kelly and Kirk Franklin

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