Some Lonesome Tune

With my sleeves rolled up
 Digging through the draw
 I could not find what I was looking for
 I could not find what I was looking for
 That silver handle
 Sharpened knife
 How did that thought get in my mind
 How did that thought get in my mind
 I can sing some lonesome tune
 That could speak like an open wound
 But all my blood could prove
 Is my weakness and need to be made new
 My need to be made new
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 I work my fingers
 To the bone
 But I can't pay the debts I owe
 No I can't pay the debts I owe
 To show that feeling
 In my gut
 I just play with a bleeding cut
 I just play with a bleeding cut
 I can sing some lonesome tune
 That could speak like an open wound
 But all my blood could prove
 Is my weakness and need to be made new
 To be made new
 Surely God has
 Bore our grieves
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 And through His wounds we will find peace
 I can sing some lonesome tune
 That could speak like an open wound
 But all my blood could prove
 Is my weakness and need to be made new
 To be made new
 To be made new
 To be made new