| I survived a dreadful accident
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| In the car crash of the century
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| My shattered hopes collapsed on cold cement
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| But in the back of the ambulance, I’d never felt so content
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| A high-speed collision gave a new sense of sight to me
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| And now my vision can render the scene
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| A blurry image of wreckage and roadside debris
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| Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency
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| I tossed and turned in sterile apathy
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| Until the violets arrived for me
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| The bouquet burst and blossoms filled the room
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| And the place got smaller as they grew taller
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| And taught me to bloom
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| A high-speed collision gave a new sense of sight to me
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| And now my vision can render the scene
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| A blurry image of wreckage and roadside debris
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| Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency
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| The curtains decayed, the daylight poured in
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| I was never afraid of the darkness again
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| My burns were third-degree, but I’d been set free
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| 'Cause grace had finally found its way to me
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| A high-speed collision gave a new sense of sight to me
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| And now my vision can render the scene
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| A blurry image of wreckage and roadside debris
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| Happiness returned to me
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| Happiness returned to me
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| Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency
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| Through a grave emergency
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| Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency |