| So i woke up in the morning
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| With only one word on my mind
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| It was given to me in my sleep
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| And i knew i just had to find
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| The meaning, the answer
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| The reason for this mystery
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| Oh, and i knew it came from you
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| 'cause i felt this overwhelming peace
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| You said i am a crown of splendor
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| You said i am a royal diadem in your hand
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| You’ve called me hephzibah
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| You’ve called me hephzibah
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| I’m no longer forsaken, oh but to know
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| That you delight in me
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| And you call me hephzibah
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| So i was once desperately
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| Insecure and desolate
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| What damaged dignity
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| In all my sins and faults and bruises
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| Trying to find my beauty
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| Seemed impossible to me
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| Till you came and took my shame
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| And dressed me up in your glory
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| You said i am a crown of splendor
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| You said i am a royal diadem in your hand
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| You’ve called me hephzibah
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| You’ve called me hephzibah
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| I’m no longer forsaken, oh but to know
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| That you delight in me
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| And you call me hephzibah
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| What magnificent exchange
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| You’ve adorned me with your name
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| Your beauty for my sin
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| And here i stand not just forgiven
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| But dressed in royalty, as you rejoice over me
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| As a bridegroom for his bride
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| Now i can see you and how you really see me |