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I'm looking into eyes
I can see straight to the mind
Catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror
I the thoughts of these
And where I long to be
Desperation for the blood and grace of God
Desperate mind, desperate mind
Desperate mind, desperate mind
Dry white withered bones
Need a drink that I can hold
Eternal water fills my longing, searching soul
I the thoughts of these
Where I long to be
Desperation for God's ever quenching love