| She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands
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| Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen
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| And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain
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| Of the loneliness she’s going through
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| But we’ve all been there too
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| Praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts
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| They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
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| So praise God, praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring
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| He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave
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| And the hole that it left there inside of his chest
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| Is a canyon a thousand miles deep
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| We all know how that feels
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| So praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts
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| They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
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| So praise God, praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| There once was a King who so burdened with grief
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| Walked into death so that we could find peace
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| He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet
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| By them we are healed, by them we are healed
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| So praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| Yeah we know His are covering ours
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| Praise God we don’t have to hide scars
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| They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts
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| They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
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| So praise God, praise God
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| Oh His scars are covering ours
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| So Praise God we don’t have to hide scars |