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When your time on the mountain is over |
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And you fall to the earth like a leaf |
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It won't be enough these days to say sorry |
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Sorry won't pay for this grief |
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You may lay down your guilt on the altar |
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Nail your remorse to the cross |
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But it's not enough these days to say sorry |
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Sorry won't pay for this loss |
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And if the blood on your hands turns to water |
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And the night in your soul turns to day |
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It won't be enough this time to say sorry |
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Sorry won't wash it all away |
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When you're through with the spells you've been spinning |
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And your hopes and your dreams have all died |
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It won't be enough these days to say sorry |
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Sorry won't turn back the tide |
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And if you should desist from deceiving |
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And if you should confess to the crime |
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It won't be enough these days to say sorry |
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No, no, sorry won't save you this time |
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