| You only see me at my best
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| But heaven knows that I’m a mess
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| And when the curtain’s drewn you might hear a different song
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| I’ll be the first one to confess
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| That there’s a crooked way in me
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| That hides a light I try to be
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| I’ve got this broken heart, stumbling round in the dark
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| I’ll be the first to let you see
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| I’ll let you see
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| There’s no self in my esteem
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| Any bit of good it ain’t from me no
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| There’s no reason I can boast
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| The good I’ve got It’s not my own no
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| I’m comming clean, all of my dirt
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| Through my weakness I have learned
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| That I can show my saviour’s love
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| If I show you what I’ve been saved from
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| I finally reached the end of me
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| And for the first time I can see
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| That I am weak where he is strong
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| I’m letting go to hang on
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| To the perfect I can’t be
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| No I can’t be
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| There’s no self in my esteem
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| Any bit of good it ain’t from me no
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| There’s no reason I can boast
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| The good I’ve got It’s not my own no
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| I’m comming clean, all of my dirt
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| Through my weakness I have learned
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| That I can show my saviour’s love
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| If I show you what I’ve been saved from
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| There’s no self in my esteem
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| Any bit of good it ain’t from me no
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| There’s no reason I can boast
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| The good I’ve got It’s not my own no
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| There’s no self in my esteem
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| Any bit of good it ain’t from me no
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| There’s no reason I can boast
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| The good I’ve got It’s not my own no
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| I’m comming clean, all of my dirt
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| Through my weakness I have learned
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| That I can show my saviour’s love
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| If I show you what I’ve been saved from
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| I’ll show you what I’ve been saved from |