| If I could tell the world just one thing
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| It would be that we’re all OK
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| And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
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| And useless in times like these
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| I won’t be made useless
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| I won’t be idle with despair
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| I will gather myself around my faith
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| For light does the darkness most fear
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| My hands are small, I know
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| And I am never broken
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| Poverty stole your golden shoes
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| It didn’t steal your laughter
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| And heartache came to visit me
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| But I knew it wasn’t ever after
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| We’ll fight, not out of spite
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| For someone must stand up for what’s right
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| 'Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
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| There ours shall go singing
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| My hands are small I know
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| And I am never broken
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| In the end, only kindness matters
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| In the end, only kindness matters
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| I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
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| I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
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| I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
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| My hands are small, I know
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| And I am never broken
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| My hands are small, I know
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| But they’re not yours, they are my own
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| And I am never broken
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| We are never broken
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| We are God’s eyes
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| God’s hands
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| God’s mind
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| We are God’s eyes
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| God’s hands
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| God’s heart
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| We are God’s eyes
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| We are God’s hands
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| We are God’s eyes |