| Daddy took my sister’s bike
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| Before I knew it, it was like
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| He bought it just for me down at the store
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| And mama bought a Goodwill gown
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| Added lace and beads she found
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| So I could wear what Cinderella wore
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| So much for used and abused
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| Abandoned, thrown away
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| Some things are destined to live another day
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| It takes a certain kind
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| To look deep enough to find
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| The beauty within
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| And I thank God for those
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| Who make the old new again
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| And to my baggage filled with broken things
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| I threw in all my hopes and dreams
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| And on my sleeve I wore my broken heart
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| I thought forever’d be how long I’d wait
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| Before I met the man who’d make it better
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| And give me a brand new start
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Bridge:
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| We’re all lost and found, damaged goods
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| Cast aside, misunderstood
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| Scratched and dented, needing paint
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| A sin away from a saint
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| Repeat Chorus |