| I know he’s broken
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| Maybe he just needs a break
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| And his heart is out here tryin', I keep almost losin' faith
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| I don’t wanna lose him
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| Oh, but he’s already lost
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| And the only one who can find him is lookin' down here from a cross
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| Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| Bring the man he used to be back
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| 'Cause I wanna look him in the eyes
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| And see someone I recognize
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| I’m on my knees, and all I ask
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| Is, Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| I know he’s empty
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| When he fills another drink
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| It’s a temporary fix, but it ain’t fixin' anything
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| Would you take that red wine, turn it into words in red
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| Let them land there on his lips, let them go straight to his head
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| Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| Bring the man he used to be back
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| 'Cause I wanna look him in the eyes
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| And see someone I recognize
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| I’m on my knees, and all I ask
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| Is, Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| No, I don’t hate him for it
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| I just hate that pourin' it out
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| Gets him out of bed
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| And puts him right back in it
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| Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| Bring the man he used to be back
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| 'Cause I wanna look him in the eyes
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| And see someone I recognize
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| I’m on my knees, and all I ask
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| Is, Lord, pour water in his wine glass
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| I know he’s broken
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| Maybe he just needs a break
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| And his heart is out here tryin', I keep almost losin' faith |