| I was broken by the power
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| I was swallowed by the need
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| I was hiding in the corner
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| When a voice called to me He understood my mystery
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| Healed the wounds of my despair
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| And with his grace he tenderly
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| Brushed the tangles from my hair
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| Im feeling better by the hour
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| I think I just might be o.k.
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| Though bridges burn and ashes shower
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| Think I can live with what remains
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| As I sorted through the wreckage
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| Sitting in my silent fast
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| On my bed of hard earned ashes
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| Still repenting for my past
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| My body ached and shook with anger
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| As I walked through narrow gates
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| Ans I left those walls behind me And with them my mistakes
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| Im feeling better by the hour
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| I think I just might be o.k.
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| Though bridges burn and ashes shower
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| Think I can live with what remains |