| Sometimes her mother will work with her
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| But there’s nothing wrong with her
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| There’s nothing wrong with her
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| So such is life that it writes itself
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| Trying to right itself
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| But there’s nothing wrong with it
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| And every single day without much to say
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| These apparitions raise a toast to their kind
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| The people who are these things are not afraid with you
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| And caring must go with the wisdom of their selections
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| Never can touch their sign language
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| So is the cost of sound barriers
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| Even as though she’s still searching
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| For a cloud with a silver lining
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| We pray for her
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| She’s burning slow, out on a mission’s light
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| Christian animation torch carriers
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| This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe
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| Hiding inside a grave with no sound
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| No witness to see, with or without you
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| Christian animation torch carriers
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| However will you learn their sign language
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| However will you try to hide
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| Within their eyes? |
| With them in life? |