| I remember you most as so severe
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| And all the grit you wore to disappear
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| I never knew which you I’d find
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| Some days you’d show up all redesigned
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| I remember you sometimes let come undone
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| I’d sing and you couldn’t help but let tears run
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| And it felt to me like heaven had opened the skies
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| A man so harsh and heavy letting love pour from his eyes
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| I saw your love beneath the pain
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| I saw you fight through every day
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| Oh, why couldn’t I make you OK?
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| In a melody you were finally free
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| You’d forget the guilt and for a moment see me
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| These days I’m singing, searching all the eyes
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| For that same freedom I am too deprived
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| I didn’t get it then but I sure do now
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| And I’m terrified I’m becoming you somehow
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| And everyone I ever love just gets dragged around
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| Hanging on to promises of higher ground
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| I saw your love beneath the pain
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| I saw you fight through every day
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| Oh, why couldn’t I make you OK? |