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Mother is busy, she won't even miss me |
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And so busy praying she won't see me waiting |
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I hate all your reasons they just point to |
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JesusYou can't be awakened when you're not mistaken |
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And I hate your voice and that fucked up noise |
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And your cliches and the things that you'd say to me |
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When they burned me then, they still seer today |
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Embedded in a memory that won't change |
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How can you talk to |
[3x]When you won't talk to me? [repeat] |
God |
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So I begged you just for a word that |
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Through the day you might have heard and... |
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She wouldn't listen to my words |
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Always I'll remember some good times, |
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And some winters in times when |
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I wasn't too dirty for mud. |
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When you'd hit your own boys in that fucked up voice |
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On your black days, oh! the things that you'd say to me |
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When they burned me, yeah they burned me |
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Oh they burned me, yeah they burned me |
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So how can you talk to |
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God When you won't talk to me? |
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I know every little word |
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Of all the things that |
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I have heard |
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So how can you talk to |
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GodWhen you won't talk to me? |
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When he won't talk to me |
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Someday you'll be, better than me |
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But you won't talk to me. |