| You didn’t know your own heart
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| Or how it might fit
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| I’m in the house that you grew up in, where you
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| Gave me it
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| Where your brother read books
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| While your sister slept in
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| And where we laughed over imitations on the internet
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| How you long for me to find what you’ve been burying
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| How your hands are too small for what they’ve been carrying
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| How many words have I wrote down without saying it
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| If I knew how to hold you I would
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| You said it makes you feel small
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| That your heart is so big
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| But you just gave a piece for some kind of
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| Counterfeit
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| Now the sun has gone down
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| On a road that we chose
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| You know your words are a light, you should
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| Lead with those
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| How you long for me to find what you’ve been burying
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| How your hands are too small for what they’ve been carrying
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| How many words have I wrote down without saying it
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| If I knew how to hold you I would
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| Sure deliverance
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| Lives through heartache
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| What a difference your new start made
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| Will you open up your windows
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| I could hold you now
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| Your deliverance
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| For a namesake
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| What a difference that a day made
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| Will you open all your windows
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| I could hold you now
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| How you long for me to find what you’ve been burying
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| How your hands are too small for what they’ve been carrying
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| How many words have I wrote down without saying it
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| If I knew how to hold you I would
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| If I knew how to hold you I would |