| Are you spinning in a lie that keeps on telling you that you’re not good enough?
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| And when you’re looking in the mirror, do you see someone impossible to love?
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| Full of fragile broken pieces
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| We’re all rough around the edges
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| We ain’t perfect, no
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| We ain’t even close
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| We got holes in our hearts
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| We got scars we don’t show
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| But all that baggage we keep on dragging around
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| Ain’t it time we start laying it down?
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| Lay it down at the foot of the cross
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| Give it to the One who can carry it all
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| Even at our worst, to Him, we ain’t lost causes
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| Just beautiful messes
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| We’re all Davids, we’re all Marys
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| We’ve been liars, thieves and everything between
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| But don’t forget God used the misfits just like us
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| To do the most amazing things
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| So bring your faults, your flaws, your secrets
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| And watch Him use those broken pieces
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| Cause we ain’t perfect, no
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| We ain’t even close
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| We got holes in our hearts
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| We got scars we don’t show
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| But all that baggage we keep on dragging around
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| Ain’t it time we start laying it down?
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| Lay it down at the foot of the cross
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| Give it to the One who can carry it all
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| Even at our worst, to Him we ain’t lost causes
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| Just beautiful messes
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| No matter where you are right now
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| Let that grace come pouring down
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| It won’t run out
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| It won’t run out
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| We ain’t perfect, no
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| We ain’t even close
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| We got holes in our hearts
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| We got scars we don’t show
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| But all that baggage we keep on dragging around
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| Ain’t it time we start laying it down?
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| Lay it down at the foot of the cross
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| Give it to the One who can carry it all
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| Even at our worst, to Him we ain’t lost causes
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| Oh, lay it down at the foot of the cross
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| Give it to the One who can carry it all
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| Even at our worst, to Him we ain’t lost causes
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| Just beautiful messes
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| Beautiful messes |