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She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands, |
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Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen, |
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And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain |
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Of the loneliness she's going through, |
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But we've all been there too. |
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Praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts. |
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They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are |
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So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring |
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He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave |
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And the hole that it left there inside of his chest |
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Is a canyon a thousand miles deep |
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We all know how that feels. |
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So praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts. |
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They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are |
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So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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There once was a King who so burdened with grief |
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Walked into death so that we could find peace |
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He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet |
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By them we are healed, by them we are healed. |
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So praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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Yeah we know His are covering ours |
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Praise God we don't have to hide scars |
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They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts |
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They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are |
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So praise God, praise God |
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Oh His are covering ours |
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So Praise God we don't have to hide scars. |
