| I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn
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| And all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes
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| And on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed
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| And all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way
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| And as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone’s broken heart
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| And there’s no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends
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| On that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right
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| All our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight
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| But until then all of our scars will still remain, but we’ve learned that if
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| we’ll
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| Open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal
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| (As long as we live, we are bridges to someone broken heart
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| There’s no greater love, shed your blood for your friends)
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| We must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live
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| We must open up these wounds
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| When some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood
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| There’s no greater love. |
| We must open up our wounds |