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Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy |
| I'm like Thomas, doubting
Fingers routing the scars
Of Your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe
But I want to be like David
Throw his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
And be remade by your cleansing again
[chorus]
I give You myself
It's all that I have
Broken and frail
I'm clay in Your hands
And I'm spinning unconcealed
Dizzy on this wheel
For You my Love
I'm like Peter, crying
Crowing burning my ears
Still You come near
You take my hand
And place it upon an eternal chance
[chorus 2x]
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Leigh Nash:
Sixpence None The Richer:
Sixpence None The Richer:
