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You had to have that hard conversation |
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Where nothing hurts quite like the truth |
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And now you wonder what she's thinking |
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Who she sees when she looks at you |
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How could it be everything sad is coming untrue? |
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Another nail in another coffin |
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Arms that held you return to dust |
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Yet in our grief we know death must be a liar |
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For no goodbye is ever good enough |
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How could it be everything sad is coming untrue? |
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Every father helpless and angry |
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Every mother with her heart on the shelf |
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Every daughter whose innocence was stolen |
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By every son who couldn't help himself |
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The winter can make us wonder |
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If spring was ever true |
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But every winter breaks upon |
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The Easter lily's bloom |
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Could it be everything sad is coming untrue? |
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Could you believe everything sad is coming untrue? |
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Broken hearts are being unbroken |
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Bitter words are being unspoken |
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The curse undone, the veil is parted |
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The garden gate will be left unguarded |
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Could it be everything sad is coming untrue? |
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Oh I believe everything sad is coming untrue |
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In the hands of the One |
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Who is making all things new |
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When the storm leaves there's a silence |
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That says you don't have to fear anymore |
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The trees look greener, the sky's an ocean |
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The world is washed and starting over |
