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Not what I've done,not what |
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I've spoken |
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Not what I've shown,not that |
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I lied Just holding on would render me broken |
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But weak as |
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I am, my hands remain tied |
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Fear of wrath,fear of pain |
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Fear of facing what |
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I am Fear this might leave a stain |
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Of your blood on my hands |
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My face is scarred,my hands unclean |
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Can't wash away the fool |
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I've been |
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Murder one or suicide: |
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Which would be the greater sin? |
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Straining to hold each breath |
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I'm taking |
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A shackle that pulls, |
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I can't set it free |
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Not quite below,but slowly |
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I'm breaking |
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In saving you |
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I would be killing me |
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Fear of wind,fear of rain |
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We built this house on shifting sand |
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Fear this might leave a stain |
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Of my own blood on my hands |
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My face is scarred,my hands unclean |
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Can't wash away the fool |
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I've been |
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Murder one or suicide: |
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Which would be the greater sin? |
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A wave that hits from behind me |
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A weight that pulls from beneath |
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A storm that blows all around me |
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A fear inside that has bound me [Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick] [Lyrics: T.Leonard] |