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For everything unsaid there is a flourish of my pride |
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It is deep and dark and wide |
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And I can’t tell the weeds from vines |
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But if I had the strength, I’d move the mountains in my mind |
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But it’s taking all my time just to start to realize |
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That I’m not the man I’d hoped to be |
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And though I’m not alone, I still feel so lonely |
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Come Monday I’ve forgotten all the promises you said |
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All your holy words in red |
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Wreathed in guilt and golden thread |
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And If I had the strength to be who others say I am |
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I wouldn’t look into my eyes and see the shadow of a man |
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Well I’m not who they say I have become |
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For I know the things I’ve said wont compare with what I’ve done |
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Oh oh oh oooh |
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Now all of these monstrosities are choices I have made |
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And they will not go away, |
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I’ve made my bed and here I lay |
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And is there still forgiveness if we know what we have done? |
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Woe, to every single one who spared the rod and blamed the son |
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Well it’s not just the day that needs the night |
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Seems to me it’s in the darkness we can finally see the light |
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Oh oh oh oooh |
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