| Does anybody know how I feel?
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| Sometimes I’m numb, sometimes I’m overcome
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| Does anybody care what’s going on?
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| Do I have to wear my scars like a badge on my arm
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| For you to see me, I need release
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| Do I have to scream for you to hear me?
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| Do I have to bleed for you to see me?
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| 'Cause I grieve, you’re not listening to me
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| Do I need to scream?
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| Has anybody seen what’s been done?
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| Where was my defense? |
| No one heard my protest
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| The eyes of God were watching me
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| It’s time to make my peace, let it go and be released
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| So I can breathe again
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| I’m on my knees
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| I’ve been marked, set apart
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| But I’m cut so deep and afraid of the dark
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| One drop of blood from the hole in Your hand
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| Is enough to heal me and make me stand
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| 'Cause I’m clean, He is listening to me
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| I don’t have to scream for Him to hear me
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| Don’t have to bleed for Him to see me
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| 'Cause I’m clean, He is listening to me
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| I don’t have to scream
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| I don’t have to bleed
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| 'Cause I’m clean, He is listening
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| And I don’t have to scream |