| You were a child who was made of glass
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| You carried a black heart passed down from your dad
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| If somebody loved you they’d tell you by now
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| We all turn away when you’re down
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| You want to go back to where you felt safe
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| To hear your brother’s laughter, see your mother’s face
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| Your childhood home is just powder-white bones
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| And you’ll never find your way back
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| And when you’re gone, will they say your name?
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| And when you’re gone, will they love you the same?
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| If not, that’s okay
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| If not, that’s okay
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| You are broken and callow, cautious and safe
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| You are boundless in beauty with fright in your face
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| Until someone loves you, I’ll keep you safe
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| But like them, I will give you away
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| And when you’re gone, will they say your name?
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| And when you’re gone, will they love you the same?
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| If not, that’s okay
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| And when you’re gone, will they say your name?
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| And when you’re gone, will they love you the same?
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| Oh, when you’re gone, we won’t say a word
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| But you know, that’s okay
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| Don’t you know that’s okay? |