(Nichole Nordeman)
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It's bigger than we thought
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It's taller than it ought to be
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This pile of rubble and ruins
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The neighbors must talk
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It's the worst yard on the block
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Just branches and boards where walls stood
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Did it seem to you
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Like the storm just knew
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We weren't quite finished with the roof
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When it started?
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So we build
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We build
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We clear away what was and make room for what will be
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If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer
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I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder
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If you will, then I will, build
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On any given day
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We could simply walk away
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And let someone else hold the pieces
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The lie that we tell
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Says its better somewhere else
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As if love flies south when it freezes
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What I'm trying to say
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In some clumsy way
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Is that it's you and only you for always
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What I'm trying to say
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In some clumsy way
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Is that its you and only you, not just for now, not just today
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But its you and only you for always
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We Build
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| Nichole Nordeman |
