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Honestly, were you sleeping? |
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Reach out, touch me now |
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Where can I take my dirt filled head? |
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Where can I take my past where no one can see? |
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I'm at the foot of your cross but I'm a wreck. |
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I'm stumbling, I can't see straight. |
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Will you still love me when, I am selfish and |
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I never seem to show you my face? |
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I need to ask, |
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What is the name of God on my lips? |
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Is there something I missed? |
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I'm holding on by my fingertips |
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I need to ask, |
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What is the name of God on my lips? |
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Is there something I missed? |
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I'm holding on, I'm holding on |
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I should know where to draw the line, |
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But sometimes I get dragged and I |
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Can't face the consequence. |
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I want to see the world through your eyes |
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I want to see how hurt you are |
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I want to take out my insides, |
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And burry the bad in the earth |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else instead? |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else instead? |
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Will you still love me when, |
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I am selfish and |
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I never seem to show you my face? |
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I need to ask, |
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What is the name of God on my lips? |
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Is there something I missed? |
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I'm holding on by my fingertips |
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I need to ask, |
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What is the name of God on my lips? |
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Is there something I missed? |
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I'm holding on, I'm holding on |
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I'll sit for hours until |
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I can't think anymore, |
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About the world we live in without love |
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But you're still here |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else instead? |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else instead? |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else instead? |
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Is there a stone around my neck? |
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Am I somewhere else? |
