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 if spring was ever true
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But every winter breaks upon 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 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
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Everything Sad Is Coming Untrue, Pt. 2
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| Jason Gray |
