| In the confines of a photograph
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| Lives a child who once was me
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| Ooh, do you see?
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| I still see through those eyes
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| Why did you choose to believe bare-faced lies
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| And let the troubles of others darken your skies?
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
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| It says, oooh
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| «Your soul is good!»
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
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| It says
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| «Yes, your soul is good!»
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| In the remnants of our time
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| I wake to find you’ve broken me
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| Used to be free
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| But in pain I chose to stay
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| Why did you choose to believe things unkind?
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| Oh, hallelujah!
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| Heaven is in your mind
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
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| It says, oooh
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| «Your soul is good!»
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
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| It says
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| «Yes, your soul is good!»
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
|
| It says, oooh
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| «Your soul is good!»
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| I wrote my own hymn
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| I sing my own hymn
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| It says
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| «Yes, your soul is good!» |