| Six weeks is all you’ve got
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| That’s what they told her yesterday
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| She thought that she’d be in a white dress
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| Instead of this hospital gray
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| Six month ago today
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| That when he asked her for her hand
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| And now beneath fluorescent lights
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| She’s in a battle she can’t win
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| And she cries
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| Hope is all I need
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| I’m broken and on my knees
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| So where is God tonight?
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| I’m waiting, waiting for love to arrive
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| Six years out on the street
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| Not a dollar to his name
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| He was happy once before he
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| Slowly drank it all away
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| Like a sail without the wind
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| He’s a man that’s lost at sea
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| all he wants to be is dry
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| But all he ever does is sink
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| And he cries
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| Hope is all I need
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| I’m broken and on my knees
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| So where is God tonight?
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| I’m waiting, waiting for love to arrive
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| Six hours on a tree
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| Hung the God of innocence
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| It wasn’t fair that he should die
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| For someone else’s sin
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| So when we wonder if He cares
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| Just remember He’s been there
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| So yes, He loves us
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| When hope is all we need
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| We find it on our knees
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| Where doubts give way to sight
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| He’s been here
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| While we’re waiting for love to arrive |