| From underneath
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| I wanted you
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| To see the first thing that I ever poured my heart into
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| You’ll never know the pain that I’ve been through
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| I’m not so sure you’ll ever know
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| So I’ll make you understand the words that build my life
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| Were not from you but from my Father’s hand
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| Do you remember
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| That cold day in December
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| Leaving everything you knew behind
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| I may never know how it feels to stand beside you
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| Or take your hand
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| When I need some direction
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| And I may never know what it’s like to see you smile
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| Back at me
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| Or know you’d be proud of me
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| From underneath
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| I promise to
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| Erase the past and let my heart forget the former you
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| Replace the dark of old and start brand new
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| I never thought I’d see the day
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| I’d walk toward the end of life and turn the other way
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| I’m reaching out to take my Father’s hand
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| Do you remember
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| That cold day in December
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| Leaving everything you knew behind
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| I may never know how it feels to stand beside you
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| Or take your hand
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| When I need some direction
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| And I may never know what it’s like to see you smile
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| Back at me
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| Or know you’d be proud of me |