| I’ll pray until my hands are red
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| I’m tired of enduring dread
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| I’ll pray to god that there’s even a god, but until then, heaven knows
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| I’ll pray until my knees are numb
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| Ashamed of all that I’ve become
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| I’ll pray that there’s a heaven at all
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| But until then, heaven knows
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| I write to you in my time of need
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| To grow a tree, and to plant a seed
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| Are different things entirely
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| I never found my «Place», you see
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| But everything you said to me, consoled me
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| I’m still alive in all I’ve touched
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| To everyone I’ve ever loved: Don’t look at me with regret
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| I hope you never forget that
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| Every mistake’s an ache, after all
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| You have to rise before you fall
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| I’m broken and I’m so tired
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| Everything you said to me, consoled me
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| I’m still alive in all I’ve touched
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| To everyone I’ve ever loved: Don’t look at me with regret
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| I hope you never forget that
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| Every mistake’s an ache, after all
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| You have to rise before you fall
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| Heaven knows, if there’s a heaven at all
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| If there’s a heaven at all… Heaven knows
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| Heaven knows |