| Trapped in simple conversation,
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| Hard getting past those old familiar lines,
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| Guarded hearts and with good reason
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| Say how are you, oh I’m doin' just fine;
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| They’ve said all that they can say,
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| Then they turn and walk away,
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| And the wounded hearts must wait another day.
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| CHORUS
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| Who cares when they’re crying;
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| Who cares when they’re all alone,
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| And no one knows how much they long
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| To find someone
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| Who cares that they’re dying,
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| Who cares that the road is long,
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| And you could be the one to lead them
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| To the One who cares.
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| Captured by the rush of living,
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| So hard to hear our brothers' quiet cries,
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| But freedom comes when we are willing
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| To open up our hearts and realize
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| They’ve said all that they can say;
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| We can’t turn and walk away,
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| 'Cause the wounded hearts might not wait another day.
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| (chorus)
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| The Father gave His Son
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| To show the world how much He cares,
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| And now it’s up to us to let them know
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| He cares.
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| (chorus) |