Work my fingers to the bones
Learn to live to forget and let go
Sometimes the faces of the past come back
When hope has been restore
With these Beautiful, beautiful things
Finally feel my heart beating
Let my lungs breath deeply
All my tears turned to dreams
Of beautiful, beautiful things
To what you think you want or need
Well it takes a stronger man to stand
Well it shatters the soul
But after tearful mistakes
A mournful heart may grow
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