| You taught me how to love
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| You taught me to break through anger and ice
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| You taught me how to be someone
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| Instead of being just someone’s empty advice
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| And when I needed to open
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| The French doors of my own fearfulness
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| You taught me how to let go
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| You taught me how to deconstruct my emptiness
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| You taught me how to speak up
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| You taught me how to embrace my impatience well
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| You taught me how to wake up
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| And never take for granted sight sound or smell
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| And when I needed to open
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| The French doors of my own fearfulness
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| You taught me how to let go
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| You taught me how to deconstruct my emptiness
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| So how do I move on
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| When every ounce of my hesitation is gone
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| Before you showed me how to hope
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| I would have been unwilling to write this song
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| You taught me how to love
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| You taught me to break through anger and ice
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| You taught me how to be someone
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| Instead of being just someone’s empty advice
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| And when I needed to open
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| The French doors of my own fearfulness
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| You taught me how to let go… you taught me how to let go
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| You taught me how to let go
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| You taught me how to deconstruct my emptiness |