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.
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Broken Statues
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| We Came As Romans |
