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My eyes seek reality |
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My fingers seek my veins |
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Theres a dog at your back step |
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He must come in from the rain |
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I fall cause I let go |
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The net below has rot away |
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So my eyes seek reality |
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And my fingers seek my veins |
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The trash fire is warm |
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But nowhere safe from the storm |
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And I cant bear to see |
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What Ive let me be |
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So wicked and worn |
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So as I write to you |
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Of what is done and to do |
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Maybe youll understand |
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And wont cry for this man |
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cause low man is due |
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Please forgive me |
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My eyes seek reality |
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My fingers feel for faith |
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Touch clean with a dirty hand |
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I touched the clean to the waste |
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The trash fire is warm |
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But nowhere safe from the storm |
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And I cant bear to see |
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What Ive let me be |
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So wicked and worn |
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So as I write to you, yeah |
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Of what is done and to do, yeah |
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Maybe youll understand |
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And wont cry for this man |
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cause low man is due |
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Please forgive me |
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Please forgive me |
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Please forgive me |
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So low the sky is all I see |
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All I want from you is forgive me |
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So you bring this poor dog in from the rain |
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Though he just wants right back out again |
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And I cry to the alleyway |
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Confess all to the rain |
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But I lie, lie straight to the mirror |
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The one Ive broken to match my face |
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The trash fire is warm |
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But nowhere safe from the storm |
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And I cant bear to see |
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What Ive let me be |
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So wicked and worn |
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So as I write to you, yeah |
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Of what is done and to do, yeah |
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Maybe youll understand |
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And wont cry for this man |
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cause low man is due |
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Please forgive me |
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Please forgive me |
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So low the sky is all I see |
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All I want from you is forgive me |
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So you bring this poor dog in from the rain |
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Though he just wants right back out again |
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My eyes seek reality |
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My fingers seek my veins |