| Believed that I was made from frail and broken things
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| And I’m scared that’s all I’ll be
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| I fell hard to the ground as a child and cut up my knee
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| Saw my father’s blood as it poured out
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| The first gift I ever received
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| I felt it sting and the spit of the sea
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| As the waves rose up to comfort me
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| And they said, so softly
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| «You don’t have to feel alone like this
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| Come inside, let us take you»
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| It’s too late to forgive
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| What’s done is done
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| I’ll leave and forget
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| I hope you pay for what you did
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| You gave me my name
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| Just a spark that’s spit out from forever’s flame
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| With a grudge and a note that’s attached to our family’s blood
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| That says, «I tried so hard to be a good man
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| I tried so hard to get it right
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| I tried so hard to be better than my father
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| Give you a better life than mine»
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| And I dreamed that I’d be met with brave and loving hands
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| They’d set me free from who I’d been
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| Make me at peace with who I am
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| You said you’d stay, but they dug a hole
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| I wish I forgave you before we lost your soul
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| Believed that I was made from frail and broken things |
| And I’m scared that’s all I’ll be |