Sydney Elizabeth Lach.

Oh, my God, forgive me for who I'm not.

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Chorus In Progress…

My whole world came falling down, that day.

Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.

You crushed my heart with the words you say, that day.

Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.

Brick by brick I lay in shambles, no more.

Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild me. 

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5.4.12.

Bare feet, Pine street

More sung than speak. 

Laying on pavement,

deciding which movement is real.

Is it the Lord’s stars, or the sky’s clouds?

Is it our powerlines, or the branches intertwined?

It clears now to show us how

To make it up there is all want and bent brow.