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Frail as bones, it's hopeless.
Seeking your heart like treasure.
Break me down, rebuild.
Seeking your heart like treasure.
Frail as bones.
Breaking hearts, not my own.
Not a care in the world but me.
This pedestal, it has the view
the view of a million more faces to step on to get where I'm going.
Never looking back at all the people I've fooled to get here.
But your humor comes in just when I think I'm on top of the world
you pull the rug right out from under me.
Lying on my back, inviting all the neighbors to comfort my broken head.
Low and behold, my choices stare me right back in the face.
As deception, comes out to play (ripping my heart out of my back).
You begin to renew
(and then I saw the blood on your hands and you told me you loved me).
For every time I forgot your grace, I'm sorry.
My savior, do what you will in me.
Lord, I give you my life.
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