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Always - Newsboys
Written by：Peter Furler/Phil Joel

What were you thinking

I got a right to ask

Is there a reason

Other than your past

A great pretender

Why was I the last

To see through your skin

Is there a chance

You'll ever change

It's always the same

You're always to blame

Is there any way around this

I can't see

You walked out on her

You planned to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger

But it's killing me

What were you thinking

Were you thinking of me

Did you see what they wrote
On the family tree

I know it's over

All in the past

I need to forgive you

If I'm to last

Will I ever change

It's always the same

You're always to blame

Is there any way around this

I can't see
You walked out on her

You planned to be free

I'm trying not to point the finger

But it's killing me

It's always the same

You're always to blame

Is there any way around this

I can't see

You walked out on her

You planned to be free

I'm trying not to point the finger

Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain
To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away

Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun

Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away

Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun

Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away

Put them together from night and day

Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain

To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night and day
Washed by the sun