| We drain the water with the babes
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| To drown the grief we drown the gain
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| We drain the water with the babes
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| To flee the scene of our mistakes
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| Sing the sorrow, we lament
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| Cast wishes like copper pence into
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| Ancient fountains of regret
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| Wishing that we could take it back
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| But just wait for me
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| I come not to erase but be
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| Wait for me
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| The purpose from the pain
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| We drain the water with the babes
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| To drown the grief we drown the gain
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| We drain the water with the babes
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| To flee the scene of our mistakes
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| What if you could take it back?
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| What if we had never met and we
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| Annihilate our brokenness?
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| Would we lose our greatest gift?
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| But just wait for me
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| I come not to erase but be
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| Wait for me
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| The purpose from the pain
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| We drain the water with the babes
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| To drown the grief we drown the gain
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| We drain the water with the babes
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| To flee the scene of our mistakes
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| We won’t drain the water with the babes
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| In this grief we find the greatest gain
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| We won’t drain the water with the babes
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| You were made the purpose from the pain |