| When I was a child I lived all alone
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| All my trials I bore them alone
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| Sometimes I would smile but often I’d grieve
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| Growing up was learning to disbelieve
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| When I was a child there was me, there was them
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| They were all holy 'cause I was in sin
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| They were the enemy but I was the king
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| I was a leper until you came in
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| You were a messenger coming from them
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| They never touched me 'cause I was afraid
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| You came with your holy hands, your holy eyes
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| Blessed me with touches and touched me with eyes
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| I was the child of all the untouched
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| Lepers left over when he left the cross
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| But you came in darkness, incense and eyes
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| Blessed me with touches and touched me with eyes
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| I was still breathing sweet lies from a song
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| A saint in the evening, a leper at dawn
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| I carried my own day of death through the land
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| But you taught me to live with a secret of hands
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| Now growing up is learning to look at the light
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| You’re not always wrong if you’re not always right
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| So when it’s all over, your miracle through
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| I’ll take what you lent me and rescue you too |