| Every time a heart is battered
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| Wearying wounds from a secret past
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| Every time the dream is shattered
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| Like a thousand pieces of broken glass
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| With hands in the mistakes
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| Jesus smiles as he reaches out to made
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| Diamonds from dust, diamonds from dust
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| Out of the fire of holy passion
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| Diamonds from dust, diamonds from dust
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| Beautiful treasures he has passion
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| Diamonds, diamonds from dust
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| Every time a song has wonder
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| Frighten and lost in the bitter night
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| Every time fortune’s wondered
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| On an friendless road in a harshsome light
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| With a pride he call is finally for good
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| Jesus smiles and the miracle is found
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| Diamonds from dust, diamonds from dust
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| Out of the fires of holy passion
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| Diamonds from dust, diamonds from dust
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| Beautiful treasures he has passion
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| Diamonds, diamonds
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| Diamonds from dust, diamonds from dust
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| Out of the fires of the holy passion |