| There’s something about someone
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| Who’s been through the flame
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| I can see it
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| 'Cause it’s written on your face
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| You broke and you mended
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| Your story has not ended
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| You’re stronger because of the pain
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| You have the kind of soul
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| You have the kind of eyes
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| That I want looking into mine
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| I want looking into mine
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| You don’t even have to speak
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| I hear what you’re telling me
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| The broken can be beautiful again
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| I tell you my troubles
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| You don’t run away
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| You’re not scared when I’m not okay
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| You’re holding the spaces
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| You’re showing me what grace is
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| That I’m stronger because of the pain
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| You have the kind of soul
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| You have the kind of eyes
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| That I want looking into mine
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| I want looking into mine
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| You don’t even have to speak
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| I hear what you’re telling me
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| The broken can be beautiful again
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| You don’t try to fix me
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| You don’t try to rush me
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| To get over it
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| When I’m not ready yet
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| My world’s up side down
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| But I feel safe and sound
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| With you
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| Cause you have the kind of soul
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| You have the kind of eyes
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| That I want looking into mine
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| I want looking into mine
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| You don’t even have to speak
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| I hear what you’re telling me
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| The broken can be beautiful again
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| The broken can be beautiful again |