| I can’t sing that song the same way anymore
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| Cause I start laughing at the parts where I could only weep before
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| And it sounds sweeter now because the notes can’t ring
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| until they echo through each wasted year that You restored to me
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| I’ve been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus
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| Tears on Your cheeks, resurrection on Your lips
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| Sometimes mercy can feel like abandonment
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| But You know all about it
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| I used to this I had to write these songs just so
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| For heavens sake and for my own I put myself through hell
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| But I quit striving for perfection surrendered up to it instead
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| And now the songs keep pouring out and I cannot contain myself
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| I’ve been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus.
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| Tears on Your cheeks, resurrection on Your lips
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| (Broken will)
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| Sometimes mercy feels just like abandonment
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| (Find your rest / Broken voice)
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| You let my heart die, but left Yours beating in my chest
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| (You sing best)
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| At 30,000 feet above, the earth was small enough to think of everyone I love
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| And then imagine them a thousand mirrors all reflect it back at once
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| and any light would multiply and then remind me
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| that Your love is more than the sum |