| We’ve all got something to say,
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| when we open our mouths we have someone to blame.
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| We all have demons to face.
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| Situations evolve into something we can’t explain.
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| It’s like a thorn in my mind.
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| Digging deeper and deeper and killing the love that it finds.
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| My hearts a complex machine.
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| When it breaks it takes more
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| than the doctors and technology to fix me.
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| Fix me. |
| Can you fix me?
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| I’ve been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.
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| Will we ever really believe?
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| We’re just caught in the thought that we’re said to be free.
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| Last night, a gift to repay.
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| With a handful of money, and words we can say.
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| There is no proper remark to be made that can change
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| and determine who we really are.
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| Fix me. |
| Can you fix me?
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| I’ve been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.
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| Will we ever really believe?
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| We’re just caught in the thought that we’re said to be free.
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| Screaming at the top of my lungs.
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| Does it make me understand what you’ve done?
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| How could I ever question you?
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| How could I ever doubt what you do?
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| Maybe this will tear me apart.
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| But maybe I’ll go back to the start.
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| And honestly I can’t believe that this is really happening.
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| Fix me. |
| Jesus, fix me.
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| I’ve been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.
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| Will we ever really believe?
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| We’re just caught in the thought that we’re said to be free.
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| Fix me. |
| Father, fix me.
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| I’ve been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.
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| Will we ever really believe?
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| We’re just caught in the thought that we’re said to be free. |