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Show me your hands |
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Let me wash them clean. |
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Show me your heart. |
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And let me heal you. |
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We all need this. |
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To be renewed. |
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After time and wear. |
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We're broken statues. |
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Vines intertwined. |
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Around your insides. |
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Hold you down. |
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You beg for restoration. |
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Your best has crumbled. |
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From being so weathered. |
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We all deserve this. |
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To be renewed. |
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To change our ways. |
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To be allowed to choose. |
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So let me build you back up. |
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As you're carrying me too. |
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We're broken statues. |
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Vines intertwined. |
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Show me your hands. |
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Let me wash them clean. |
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Show me your heart. |
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And let me heal you. |
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We will mend statues from |
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The ground to the skies. |