| If you wonder if the prayers you pray
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| Are bouncing off the ceiling, you’re feeling alone
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| Dear anonymous, the one that nobody sees
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| So insignificant or so they made you believe
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| You will never be more than not quite good enough
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| Dear invisible, you’re not invisible, no
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| This ain’t the end, it’s just the start of unbelievable
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| And you wouldn’t even believe if you saw what I see in you
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| If you wonder if the prayers you pray
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| Are bouncing off the ceiling, you’re feeling alone
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| And if you wonder if you’re just another nameless face
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| In a crowd, well, now you’re home
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| I know your greatest fear, I know your biggest mistake
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| Every square inch of your heart, I know what makes it break
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| And I am the one who bends down and picks up every single piece
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| Every single breath you breathe, every single hair on your head
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| Even the chapters of your life that haven’t happened yet
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| And I know the plans that I have are bigger than your wildest dreams
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| So if you wonder if the prayers you pray
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| Are bouncing off the ceiling, you’re feeling alone
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| And if you wonder if you’re just another nameless face
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| In a crowd, well, now you’re home
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| To be known is to be loved
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| And to be loved is to belong
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| And you belong here in the arms that won’t let go
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| To be known is to be loved
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| And to be loved is to belong
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| And you belong here in the arms that won’t let go
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| If you wonder if the prayers you pray
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| Are bouncing off the ceiling, you’re feeling alone
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| And if you wonder if you’re just another nameless face
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| In a crowd, well, now you’re home
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| I want you to know, know
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| You are known
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| To be known is to be loved
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| And to be loved is to belong
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| And you belong here in the arms that won’t let go
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| To be known is to be loved
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| And to be loved is to belong
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| And you belong here in the arms that won’t let go |