| I’ve been taught how to talk to You
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| Hold it together
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| Make the bad look better
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| Say all the words that I’m supposed to
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| Bow my head, say, «Amen»
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| Yeah, that’ll do
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| Making every dead-end look like heaven
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| Like being okay is the way to reach You
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| But You’re not afraid of all the things I feel
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| So why am I afraid of being real?
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| You want my tears, every messy word
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| Every scar and every fear
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| You want all I have
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| With no holding back
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| When I’m hurt, at my worst
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| You meet me there
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| 'Cause You see the beauty
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| In my broken prayers!
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| In my broken prayers!
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| You don’t care if it ain’t poetry
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| 'Cause all of my edges
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| They are a little rough
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| But that’s all I got to bring
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| 'Cause You’re not afraid of all the things I feel
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| Don’t have to hide the scars that still aren’t healed
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| You want my tears, every messy word
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| Every scar and every fear
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| You want all I have
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| With no holding back
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| When I’m hurt, at my worst
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| You meet me there
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| 'Cause You see the beauty
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| In my broken prayers!
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| In my broken prayers!
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| Mascara running down my face
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| Desperate cry in a dark place
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| You take me that way
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| All of me
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| You want my tears, every messy word
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| Every scar and every fear
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| You want all I have
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| With no holding back
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| When I’m hurt, at my worst
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| You meet me there
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| 'Cause You see the beauty
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| In my broken prayers!
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| In my broken prayers!
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| In my broken prayers!
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| In my broken prayers!
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| My broken prayers |