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We are all a little crazy, we are all a little weak |
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And we all are very fragile when there's nothing left to speak |
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When there's no one left to talk to, no more tears are left to cry |
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Will you stand up for the right thing or continue in denial? |
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I don't know |
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Well, you know |
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I'd love to help you, you know |
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I'd love to heal |
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But without the hands of |
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God you will never be revealed |
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So take off your mask of happiness, take off your mask of fame |
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We all know that you've got problems just like everybody's name |
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I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality |
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Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea? |
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You know I'd love to think you were doing fine but |
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I'd be lying |
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So don't tell me everything is good, don't walk on bitter ground |
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I have seen you at your worst and |
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I still love you when you're down |
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But I hate to see you live like this, |
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I hate to see you crying |
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And I hate to see you tangled in her web of sex and lies |
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Do you have a god you pray to, do you have a god you love? |
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Do you have some twisted fear about the will from up above? |
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Do you wait for him in silence, do you wait for him in vain? |
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Do you think some crazy fool is gonna preach away your pain? |
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I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality |
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Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea? |
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Why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream? |
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While I watch you laughing on the brink of insecurity |
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You know I'd love to say you were doing fine but |
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I'd be lying |
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So why must you walk with burdens much too big for you to bear |
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When you know it's not your fault? |
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There are saints and sinners everywhere |
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You don't have to smile, |
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I can read between your lines |
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I read guilt and |
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I read mercy, |
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I read glory to the father |
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I read bitterness and suffering and love for all your children |
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I read brokenness inside your heart and scars too deep to see |
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I read pain from a young boy who's father left too early |
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Who's mother tried to mold him into what she'd love to be? |
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I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality |
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Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea? |
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And why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream while |
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I watch you laughin' on the brink of insecurity |
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You know we'd love to help, yeah you know we'd love to heal |
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But without the hands of |
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God you will never be revealed |