| Can you see
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| The honest questions in my heart this hour
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| I am opening like a flower
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| To the rain
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| And do you know the silent sorrows of a Never ending journey through the pain
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| Do you see a brighter day for me Another day
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| A day
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| Do you wonder whats in store for me The cure for me The way
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| Oh look down and see the tears I’ve cried
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| The lives I’ve lived
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| The deaths I’ve died
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| Would you die them too
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| And all for me
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| (You say)
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| I will pour the water down upon a thirsty barron land
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| And streams will flow
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| From the best of your bruised and broken soul
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| And you will grow like the grass
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| Upon the furtile blades of Asia by the streams
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| Of living water you will grow
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| Oh. |
| you will grow
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| Do you know
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| The story from the start
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| And do you know me Like you’ve always told me Do you see the whispers in my heart against your kindness
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| My eternal blindness
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| Do you see…
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| Do you see a brighter day for me Another day
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| A day
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| Do you wonder whats in store for me The cure for me The way
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| Oh look down and see the tears I’ve cried
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| The lives I’ve lived
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| The deaths I’ve died
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| Would you die them too
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| And all for me
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| (You say)
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| I will pour the water down upon a thirsty barron land
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| And streams will flow
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| From the best of your bruised and broken soul
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| And you will grow like the grass
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| Upon the furtile blades of Asia by the streams
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| Of living water you will grow
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| Oh. |
| I will pour the water down upon the thirsty barron land
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| And streams will flow
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| From the best of your bruised and broken soul
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| And you will grow like the grass
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| Upon the furtile blades of Asia by the streams
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| Of living water you will grow
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| Oh. |
| you will grow |