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Fix You by Coldplay

I think this song wins the award for describing (to a T) horrible feelings I've felt.  While that seems like that would be a bad thing, there is something comforting in it. 

I don't have to try to find the words or worry about whether I'm the only one who has felt this kind of hurt. 
When I've lost something I can't replace.
When I've loved someone but it's gone to waste.
When it feels like I'm stuck in reverse.
These things that I wish so desperately I had a solution to- they are things that I, Anna, cannot fix.  There is something comforting in pointing them out, something comforting in saying "I failed" when it's the truth.
It's mostly comforting because I know someone who really is saying "I will fix you."  All it takes is for me to really get to the place where I recognize that I can't fix these horrible things, but He can.
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When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you just can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

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