Anyway Lyrics

Bless the day, this restoration is complete
Dirty dusty something must be underneath
So I scrape and I scuff, though it's never quite enough
I'm starting to see me finally

A gallery of paintings new and paintings old
I guess it's no surprise that I'm no Michael Angelo
Every layer of mine hides a lovely design
It might take a little patience, it might take a little time

But you called me beautiful When you saw my shame
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway

You who have begun this work will someday see
A portrait of the holiness you meant for me
So I polish and shine, 'til it's easier to find
Even an outline of mine

But you called me beautiful
When you saw my shame
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway
Anyway

And you placed me on the wall
Anyway

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