| I’m out of time, I’m out of place
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| And looking up seems I’ve fallen from grace
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| Ragged and torn these clothes I wear
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| I’ve my paid price fallen out of repair
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| But look beyond my doubt and fear
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| You’ll find a treasure beneath the tears
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| Inside this timeless heart
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| betrays my trembling hand,
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| won’t someone take
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| Who I am
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| As is, Take me as is, you could restore me
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| Shine down your glory from under the dust
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| And the rust, won’t you take me?, as is
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| As childhood fades for dreams to thrive
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| There must be love to keep the child alive
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| When love goes wrong or can’t be found
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| The tug of life forever pulling us down
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| That’s been my tale, that’s been my plight
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| I’m walking wounded can’t see the light
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| I’m searching high and low to find the missing part,
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| won’t someone take this broken heart
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| As is, take me as is, you could restore me
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| Shine down your glory from under the dust
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| And the rust, won’t you take me?, as is
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| This weight upon my shoulders, these blisters on my heels,
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| between the lines, upon of my face, the story can be revealed
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| but I’ve met the man who casts the giant shadow
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| now I stand before the kingdom that is his
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| As is, hooo take me as is, you could restore me
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| Shine down your glory from under the dust
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| And the rust, won’t you take me?, as is
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| Take me as is |