I will lie to you if you ask me to
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But it can¡¯t undo the tears we¡¯ve cried
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And all the words we say, they don¡¯t matter anyway
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Just weapons of war and shame, untrue and tried
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So I won¡¯t say anything
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When the silence is threatening
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There are miracles still unseen
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We are wine from water
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In the clearing dust is a fragile trust
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The worst and the best of us that we can¡¯t hide
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But our wounded hearts, they play such a lovely part
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Bending a graceful arc between you and I
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So I won¡¯t say anything
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With recovery threatening
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There are miracles still unseen
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We are wine from water
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Ha...ha...ha
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Ha ah ha ha ha
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ha ha ha... ha ha
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ha ha ha ha ha ha
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ha ha ha ha ha
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ha ha ha...
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So I won¡¯t say anything
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When the silence is threatening
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There are miracles still unseen
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We are wine from water
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There are miracles yet to see
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We are wine from water
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Wine From Water
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Bebo Norman |