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It always starts like this, A harmless and simple thing to fix. Contagious and spreading quick… Like cracks in ice, Wholly claiming our lives While we sleep.
We'll pray for Heaven's floor to break, Pour the brightest white on blackest space, Come bleeding gloriously through The clouds and the blue. Forcing one place from two, Killing formulaic views, Only love proves to be the truth.
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When heaven meets the earth, We will have no use for numbers To measure who we are and what we're worth.
When Heaven meets the earth, We will have no need for mirrors To tell us who to be And where we fit into this awkward point of view.
When angels meet the earth, may our bodies be light. When angels meet the earth, may our heavy hearts untie. When angels meet the earth, may our bodies be light. May our bodies be light for you.
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Chances are we are the same; Against the odds, against the grain We lean, like gardens toward light, But we wait, like evening for night, Don't we?
Chances are we are alike; Against what better judgement writes We ache like children for love, For a purpose worthy of Such a noble aim, Such a noble aim, Such a noble aim as love.
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Chances are we bruise the same; A family tree desperate for rain. A thirst only deserts know best. A hurt so at home in our chests. Call it stubbornness or bravery, To let our branches continue to reach, With such a noble aim, With such a noble aim, With such a noble aim as love.
Every broken branch and loosened leaf That we've grown to ignore, Is now a part of something greater than before. Every nest that rests upon our limbs, Seeking shelter from the storms, Is a purpose worth being broken for.
Chances are we are the same; Against the odds, against the grain We lean, like gardens toward light. We reach with all of our might For such a noble aim as love.