| I had to be broken
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| To be pieced back together
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| I had to know death to know forever
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| I had to be broken
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| To be pieced back together
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| I had to know death to know forever
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| An angel hiding in the heart of a stone
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| And the sculptors patient means
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| Cutting through rubble to the bone
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| To cover her into being the unsung and lonely orphan
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| And the namer of names
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| A refuge and Father given
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| Granting title, will, and claim
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| Broken; |
| pieced back together
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| Know death; |
| know forever!
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| Oh, captive wearer of chains
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| And the holder of keys
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| Deliver ankles and wrists from pain
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| To abound as eternally free
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| Broken to be pieced back together
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| I had to know death to know forever
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| When sorrows rise
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| The thorns in my side make me alive
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found
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| Broken before the maker
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| All death will know forever
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| Will know forever
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| I wear my scars like a crown
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| I had to be lost to be found |