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I tried to sell my soul a million times |
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But never got an offer |
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No never heard a word return out of the dark |
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But I would throw my voice |
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Maybe I just haven't got the goods |
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Maybe I've forgotten |
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The way to find the peace in me |
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Down below, down below |
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But I hope that we can find it |
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Yeah hope that we can find it |
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Yeah hope that I can |
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Get back to the way I was |
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Back before we knew what I'd become |
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I know everything's less |
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But with a steady hand |
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I can fix myself among the men |
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Among the men |
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I tried to give you all I had to give |
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But you just wouldn't take it |
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No you wouldn't hear the words I cried out in the dark |
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Cause you had turned away |
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So maybe I haven't got the goods |
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But maybe you've forgotten |
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The way to see the peace in me |
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Buried down below, down below |
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But I hope that you can find it |
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Yeah hope that we can find it |
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Yeah hope that we can find it |
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I hope that I can get back to the way I was |
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Back before we knew what I'd become |
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Back before we knew what I'd become |
