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Promises given |
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And promises broken |
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Words stain my lips |
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Just like blood on my hands |
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And words are like poison |
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That sinks down inside you |
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And some things you do |
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You just don't understand |
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I offer no reason |
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I ask for no pity |
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I make no excuse |
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For the way that i am |
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And words are like poison |
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That sinks down inside you |
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And some things you do |
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You just don't understand |
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I god is my witness |
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Then god is my savior |
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But if you are my judge |
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Then i'm already damned |
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And words are like poison |
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That sinks down inside you |
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And some things you do |
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You just don't understand |
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And would if my fingers |
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To cut off and give you |
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Could gain my redemption |
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I'd cut off my hands |
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But words are like poison |
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That bends you and blinds you |
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And some things you do |
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You just don't understand |
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So this is my story |
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And i hope that it finds you |
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For your sweet attention |
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I cannot demand |
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And words are like poison |
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That lives down inside you |
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And some things you do |
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You just don't understand |
