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Sitting in my truck |
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In the lot of restraint |
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I think I like the picture |
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But I do not like the paint |
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Every man seems rich in wealth or wealth in mind |
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I guess my window's comin' |
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This is just my space in time |
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I do not have misfortune |
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What I made, I made my own |
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I just want redemption for the things that I owe |
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I do not have misfortune |
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What I made, I made my own |
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I just want redemption for the things that I owe |
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It's hard to hear you brother |
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Sometimes I can't relate |
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And even when were happy |
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It feels that I'm too late |
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The Colors do not match |
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Perspective is all wrong |
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The frame is just plain ugly |
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And I feel like movin' on |
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There is so much hate, pourin' from your eyes |
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Can you find the strength to forgive for those times? |
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So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain |
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I will stand beside even though were not the same |
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So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain |
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I will always stand beside you even though were not the same |
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It's hard to hear you brother |
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Sometimes I can't relate |
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And even when were happy |
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It feels that I'm too late |
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It's hard to hear you brother |
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When you sing your broken songs |
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I'm stuck and feeling helpless |
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And its been way too long |
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(Solo) |
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There is so much hate, pourin' from your eyes |
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Can you find the strength to forgive for those times? |
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So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain |
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I will stand beside even though were not the same |
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So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain |
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I will always stand beside you even though were not the same |
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It's hard to hear you brother |
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Sometimes I can't relate |
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And even when were happy |
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It feels that I'm too late |
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It's hard to hear you brother |
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When you sing your broken songs |
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I'm stuck and feeling helpless |
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And its been way too long |
