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My hand to God |
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I didn't mean to |
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After all what we been through |
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Men come in different shapes |
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It's how were made |
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Little strife |
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The way I felt most of life |
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The oak tree covers that old Ford |
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I miss it Lord |
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I miss it Lord |
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These blood red eyes |
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Don't see so good |
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But what's worse is if they could |
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Would I change my ways? |
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Wasted times and broken dreams |
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Violent colors, so obscene |
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Is all I see these days |
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These days |
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Watch what you say |
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The devil is listening |
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He's got ears |
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That you wouldn't believe |
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And brother |
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Once you go to him |
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It's your soul |
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You can never |
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Never, never retrieve |
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These blood red eyes |
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Don't see so good |
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But what's worse is if they could |
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Would I change my ways? |
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Wasted times and broken dreams |
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Violent colors, so obscene |
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Is all I see these days |
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These days |
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Days |
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These days |
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All I see |
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These days |
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all i see |
