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We chart our courses but always collide, |
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We stumble from the wreck wait for the rescue to arrive, |
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They put out the fire but the smoke never clears, |
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It's a blanket of lies getting thicker by the year. |
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I'm not throwin' stones, |
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I've got a glass house of my own, |
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But I won't pretend |
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I was wrong, |
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When I'm not the one to blame. |
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You took off your gloves with my back to the wall, |
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You threw the first punch and |
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I took a hard fall, |
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But I'm on trial now they beg for my plea, |
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They label you the victim and they put the cuffs on me. |
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I'm not throwin' stones, |
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I've got a glass house of my own, |
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But I won't pretend |
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I was wrong, |
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When I'm not the one to blame. (no!) |
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I'll forgive and forget, |
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I'll turn the other cheek, |
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But I won't lay in your bed, |
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When it's your turn to weep, |
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When it's your turn to cry yourself to sleep. |
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I'm not throwin' stones, |
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Got a glass house of my own, |
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But I won't pretend |
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I was wrong, |
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When I'm not the one, |
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I am not the one, |
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To blame. |
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We chart our courses but always collide. |
