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Hey Gordon James, why'd your momma |
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Give you two last names? |
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Did she have expectations for you? |
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Did you let her down like we knew you would do? |
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Gordon James, I know we're all subject to change |
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But you were way too young to lose your soul |
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They say you traded it away |
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Did you think you could just buy it back someday |
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Gordon James, were you too busy |
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Ducking the blame |
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To realize that it's you we now fear? |
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Maybe someday soon, it will all be so clear |
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Were you lonely? |
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Yeah, we were all lonely |
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Were you scared? |
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Yeah, well I'm scared too |
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Did your dreams turn black |
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Or did you sleep like a child? |
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Did your heroes die off |
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Leave you alone in the wild? |
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Or is this just the path that you choose? |
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Were you blinded? |
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Yeah, we were all blinded |
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The trick is, they say to heal yourself |
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Did you just let go of the reigns one day? |
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Let the ocean's current wash you away |
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Were you all alone when you fell |
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Gordon James, did your momma die |
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From the shame? |
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Was she trying to pull you back into the light? |
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But you were way too far gone to save |
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Do you even visit her grave |
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Gordon James, do you think it's too late to change |
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To make up for the lives that you bought and sold |
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And the war machines that you traded for gold |
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Could this be the day that you pray |
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Do you think it really matters anyway |