| We are all a little crazy, we are all a little weak
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| And we all are very fragile when there’s nothing left to speak
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| When there’s no one left to talk to, no more tears are left to cry
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| Will you stand up for the right thing or continue in denial
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| I don’t know
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| Well, you know I’d love to help you, you know I’d love to heal
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| But without the hands of God, you will never be revealed
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| So, take off your mask of happiness, take off your mask of fame
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| We all know that you’ve got problems just like everybody’s name
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| I don’t know why you fold in the arms of reality
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| Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea
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| You know I’d love to think you were doing fine, but I’d be lying
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| So, don’t tell me everything is good, don’t walk on bitter ground
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| I have seen you at your worst, and I still love you when you’re down
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| But I hate to see you live like this, I hate to see you crying
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| And I hate to see you tangled in her web of sex and lies
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| Do you have a god you pray to, do you have a god you love
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| Do you have some twisted fear about the will from up above
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| Do you wait for him in silence, do you wait for him in vain
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| Do you think some crazy fool is gonna preach your pain
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| I don’t know why you fold in the arms of reality
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| Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea
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| Why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream
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| While I watch you laughing on the brink of insecurity
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| You know I’d love to say you were doing fine, but I’d be lying
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| So, why must you walk with burdens much too big for you to bear
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| When you know it’s not your fault
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| There are saints and sinners everywhere
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| You don’t have to smile, I can read between your lines
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| I read guilt, and I read mercy, I read glory to the father
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| I read bitterness and suffering and love for all your children
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| I read brokenness inside your heart and scars too deep to see
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| I read pain from a young boy who’s father left too early
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| Who’s mother tried to mold him into what she’d love to be:
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| I don’t know why you fold in the arms of reality
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| Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea
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| And why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream while
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| I watch you laughin' on the brink of insecurity
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| You know we’d love to help, yeah, you know we’d love to heal
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| But without the hands of God, you will never be revealed
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| You know we’d all love to say you were doing fine, but we’d be lying |