What can I tell You Lord That You don't already own? What can I tell You Lord That You don't already know? I know I'm lost, I know I'm blind I hope You can see I'm not hiding behind my pride I know I fell, I know I'm down And making this deal is my only out Chorus: I'd like to trade it in My crimson for downy flake I'd like to trade it in My rags for riches in grace What can I do for You That You've not already done? What war could I fight for You That you've not already won? I know I'm lost, I know I'm blind I hope you can see I'm not hiding behind my pride I know I fell, I know I'm down And making this deal is my only out
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