| Take my ashes, take my dirt and clay
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| Take my pride and strip it all away
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| Take my mourning, take my doubt and fear
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| Say the words I long to hear
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| Though your sins were as scarlet
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| They will be as white as snow
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| Though they were red, red as crimson
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| They will be like wool
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| When everything is beautiful
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| Everything I tried too hide
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| All the games I’ve been playing
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| Every secret, every lie
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| All the shame I’ve been claiming
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| Come and whisper in my ear
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| And say the words I long to hear
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| Though your sins were as scarlet
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| They will be as white as snow
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| Though they were red, red as crimson
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| They will be like wool
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| When everything is beautiful
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| I’m alive with a hope of a brand new day
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| I’m alive with the hope of a brand new day
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| Though your sins were as scarlet
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| They’ve become as white as snow
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| Though they were red, red as crimson
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| They’ve become like wool
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| Though your sins were as scarlet
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| They’ve become as white as snow
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| Though they were red, red as crimson
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| They’ve become like wool
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| And everything is beautiful
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| Everything is beautiful |