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Take, me, make me |
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All You want me to be |
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That's all |
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I'm asking, all |
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I'm asking |
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Welcome to this heart of mine |
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I've buried under prideful vines |
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Grown to hide the mess |
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I've made |
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Inside of me |
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Come decorate, |
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Lord Open up the creaking door |
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And walk upon the dusty floor |
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Scrape away the guilty stains |
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Until no sin or shame remain |
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Spread Your love upon the walls |
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And occupy the empty halls |
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Until the man |
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I am has faded |
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No more doors are barricaded |
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Chorus Come inside this heart of mine |
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It's not my own |
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Make it home |
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Come and take this heart and make it |
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All Your own |
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Welcome home |
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Take a seat, pull up a chair |
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Forgive me for the disrepair |
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And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling |
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Gathered on my search for meaning |
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Every closet's filled with clutter |
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Messes yet to be discovered |
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I'm overwhelmed, |
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I understand |
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I can't make this place all that |
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You can repeat chorus |
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I took the space that |
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You placed in me |
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Redecorated in shades of greed |
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And I made sure every door stayed locked |
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Every window blocked, and still |
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You knocked repeat chorus |
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Take me, make me |
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All You want me to be |
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That's all |
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I'm asking, all |
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I'm asking |
