| I was halfway up the mountain when the rocks I held gave way
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| I came tumbling like an avalanche to the bottom where I lay
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| And with the taste of blood and the twist of bone my healing could begin
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| 'Cause the wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
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| The wound is where the light gets in
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| I have stood there like a hostage with a knife held to my vein
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| Captive to the poison that I took to numb the pain
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| 'Cause everybody wishes they were born with thicker skin
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| But the wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
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| The wound is where the light gets in
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| It’s tricky how the heart works
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| When the break ups and the big jerks
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| Make us never wanna hurt that way again
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| Maybe I’m naive
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| But in very scar I see
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| The place where love is trying to break in
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| 'Cause the wound is where the light gets in
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| You can recognize a saint by the scars they don’t disguise
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| You can pick a real sinner by the kindness in their eyes
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| So if you’re stumbling in the dark and bleeding at the shin
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| Remember the wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
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| The wound is where the light gets in
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| The wound is where the light, the wound is where the light
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| The wound is where the light gets in |