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I didn't know you, I never knew you, |
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Now I'm never gonna see you again. |
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An acquaintance all my childhood years |
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I could never call you a friend. |
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I was afraid that I might become you, |
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I was afraid you might appear |
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As a weight upon my chest at night |
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And a whisper in my ear. |
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O the watershed I built |
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And wept enough that I could fill it, |
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So the ground beneath my feet would yield |
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Enough that I could heal it. |
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I'm gonna get it back, gonna get better, |
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Gonna get it fixed, gonna burn that letter, |
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I don't know what's coming but I'll take it, |
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Whatever now. |
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For I was born to another vocation, |
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I was born in another era, |
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I wasn't born that I should live my life |
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Beneath your failure and fear. |
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Every night the storm grew closer, |
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Every day the fire drew near, |
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When they'd meet upon this acre |
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And I prayed it'd up and disappear. |
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O the watershed I built |
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And wept enough that I could fill it, |
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So the ground beneath my feet would yield |
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Enough that I could heal it. |
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I'm gonna get it back, gonna get better, |
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Gonna get it fixed, gonna burn that letter, |
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I don't know what's coming but I'll take it, |
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Whatever now. |
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You didn't know it, you didn't see me, |
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As you went about your work. |
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I was hiding in the pantry, |
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I was practicing the shirk. |
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By the time my shoulders straightened up |
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And my hands were strong enough, |
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You couldn't lift an arm against her, |
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You were too ill for that kind of stuff. |
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O the watershed I built |
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And wept enough that I could fill it, |
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So the ground beneath my feet would yield |
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Enough that I could heal it. |
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Women don't see it when they're with the wrong fella, |
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Women don't see it cos you know they don't wanna |
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Women don't see it when they're with the wrong fella, |
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Women don't see it cos you know they don't wanna, |
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I could see it coming but I know |
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It doesn't matter now. |
