| You had to have that hard conversation
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| Where nothing hurts quite like the truth
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| And now you wonder what she’s thinking
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| Who she sees when she looks at you
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| How could it be everything sad is coming untrue?
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| Another nail in another coffin
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| Arms that held you return to dust
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| Yet in our grief we know death must be a liar
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| For no goodbye is ever good enough
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| How could it be everything sad is coming untrue?
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| Every Father helpless and angry
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| Every Mother with her heart on the shelf
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| Every daughter whose innocence was stolen
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| By every son who couldn’t help himself
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| The winter can make us wonder if spring was ever true
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| But every winter breaks upon the Easter lily’s bloom
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| Could it be everything sad is coming untrue?
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| Could you believe everything sad is coming untrue?
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| Broken hearts are being unbroken
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| Bitter words are being unspoken
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| The curse undone, the veil is parted
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| The garden gate will be left unguarded
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| Could it be everything sad is coming untrue?
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| Oh, I believe everything sad is coming untrue
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| In the hands of the one who is making all things new
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| When the storm leaves there’s a silence
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| That says you don’t have to fear anymore
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| The trees look greener, the sky’s an ocean
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| The world is washed and starting over |