| Maybe you were hurt
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| By the lies of someone else
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| Or maybe even worse
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| Were the lies you told yourself
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| Maybe you’re the one holding up the wall
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| Or maybe you’re the one with the wrecking ball
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| Even though it’s hard to believe
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| Even with everything you’ve seen
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Do you feel the pain
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| Of every blow that knocked you down
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| Or do you bear the shame
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| Of every wound you handed out
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| No matter what you gave or what you received
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| If you were left or the one to leave
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| Even though it’s hard to hope again
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| This is not the bitter end
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Scatter the ashes on the wind
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| Everything will be born again
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| In His time, in His hands
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| Beautiful, beautiful
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| All the broken promises
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| Every loss of innocence
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| Every dream that was stillborn
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| Every «I don’t love you anymore»
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| Every wound, and each regret
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| Every sickness, all of death
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| In every heart, to every hurt
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| Love will have the final word
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Even this will be made beautiful
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| Scatter the ashes on the wind
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| Everything will be born again
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| In His time, in His hands
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| Beautiful
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| Scatter the ashes on the wind
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| Everything will be born again
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| In His time, in His hands
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| Beautiful, beautiful
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| Beautiful, beautiful
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| Even this will be made beautiful |