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There was a time I could not cry |
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But that has left me now |
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For 7 years I could not dream |
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But now that's done |
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There were songs I could no sing |
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Words I could not know |
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But now they found me on a bridge |
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And they broke my heart |
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There was a way I used to talk |
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I cannot recognize |
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And now my language cannot give me what I need |
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I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my gob |
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I would not lose to junkies on the street |
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It hit me so hard |
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I could not see |
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That shot was only meant for me |
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And all the faces that I knew |
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They were lying |
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When the hard road went back to sand |
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And with the wheel still in my hand |
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I built a highway out of dust |
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And I was flying |
