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What a shame, what a shame we all remain
 Such fragile broken things
 beauty half betrayed
 Butterflies with punctured wings

Still there are darkened places
 Deep in my heart
 Where once was blazing light, now
 there’s a tiny spark

Oh glory [bad word] and find me
 Oh glory [bad word] and find me

Dancing all alone.
 To the sound of an enemy’s song.
 I’ll be lost until... you find me.
 Fighting on my own
 In a war that’s already been won
 I’ll be lost until
 [bad word] and find me here, oh glory.

What a mess, what a mystery we’ve made
 of love and other simple things
 Learning to forgive, even when it wasn’t a mistake
 I question every human
 Who won’t look in my eyes
 Scars left on my heart, formed
 patterns in my mind

Oh glory
 You will find me

Dancing all alone.
 To the sound of an enemy’s song.
 I’ll be lost until you find me.
 Fighting on my own
 In a war that’s already been won
 I’ll be lost until you find me here oh glory.
 [bad word] and find me here, oh glory.

Like the moon we borrow our light
 I am nothing but a shadow in the night
 But if you’ll let me, I will catch fire
 So let your glory and mercy shine