| We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
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| And since that first breath, we’ll need grace that we’ve never given (well)
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| Well, I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
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| It’s not only when these eyes are closed
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| These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach
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| But they hold this ship together, tossed like leaves in this weather
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| My dreams are sails that I point towards my true north
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| Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
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| But it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
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| So I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship
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| To sail these blood red seas and find your coasts
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| Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
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| This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
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| Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, oh
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| I still believe in saviors
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| Because we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
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| Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
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| So come on and let’s wash each other
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| With tears of joy and tears of grief
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| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
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| Come on and sew us together
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| Just some tattered rags stained forever
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| We only have what we remember
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| I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it
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| But we’re making it
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| Taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
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| We all have the same holes in our hearts
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| Everything falls apart at the exact same time
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| It all comes together perfectly for the next step
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| But my fear is this prison that I keep locked below the main deck
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| I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
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| And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
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| But they’re heavy and I’m awkward, I’m always running out of fight
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| So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
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| Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
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| But I am all made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
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| Lost and found like you and me, all scattered out on the seas
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| So come on, let’s wash each other
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| With tears of joy and tears of grief
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| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
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| Come on and sew us together
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| We’re just some tattered rags stained forever
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| We only have what we remember
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| My throat, it still tastes like house fire and salt water
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| I wear this tide like loose skin, come on and rock me to sea
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| If we hold on tight, we’ll hold each other together
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| And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
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| While these machines will rust, I promise
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| But we’ll still be electric, shocking each other back to life
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| Your hand in mine, my fingers and your veins connected
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| Our bones grown together in time
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| Our hands entwined, and my fingers and your veins connected
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| Our spines grown stronger inside
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| 'Cause I know that our church is all made out of shipwrecks
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| From every hull these rocks have claimed
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| But we pick ourselves up
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| And try and grow better through this change
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| So come on and let’s wash each other
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| With tears of joy and tears of grief
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| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
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| Come on and sew us together
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| We’re just some tattered rags stained forever
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| We only have what we remember |