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You were a song that I could sing |
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you were a story I could tell |
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I've only ever loved myself |
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But I've loved myself so well. |
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And how defeated I return! |
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(you're nice and blue yes you're nice and blue) |
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I missed what I was supposed to learn |
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as all i learned about was missing you. |
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A life left half behind, though no longer |
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blind I can't yet see. I'm not the boy that |
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I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be. |
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And I've been waiting now, for six years on |
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(and have only just begun) |
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For the day you'll hold her in your arms, |
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oh risen Lord, my precious one. |
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I was once the wine, and you the wineglass. |
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I was once alive, when you held me. |
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God became the glass |
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And all things left were emptiness |
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Oh, my little girl, if you look out |
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And see a trace of dark red that used |
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To be my face, in the clarity of his |
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grace: remember me |
