| You were a song that I couldn’t sing
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| You were a story I couldn’t tell
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| I’ve only ever loved myself
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| But I’ve loved myself so well
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| And how defeated I return!
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| (you're nice and blue, you’re nice and blue)
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| I missed what I was supposed to learn
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| As all I learned about was missing you
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| A life left half behind
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| Though no longer
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| Blind I can’t yet see
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| I’m not the boy that I once was
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| But I’m not the man I’ll be
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| And I’ve been waiting now
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| For six years on
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| (and have only just begun)
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| For the day you’ll hold her in your arms
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| Oh risen Lord, my precious one
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| I was once the wine
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| I was once the wine
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| I was once the wine, and you the wineglass
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| I was once alive
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| I was once alive
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| I was once alive, when you held me
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| When you held me
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| God became the glass
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| And all things left were emptiness
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| Oh, my little girl
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| Oh, my little girl
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| If you look out
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| And see a trace of dark red that used
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| To be my face
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| In the clarity of his
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| Grace: remember me |