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Could I |
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break through |
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the wall you put me in, |
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Can I, |
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be sure, |
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You even keep me here, |
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blood on |
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my fingers, |
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seems to testify |
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to my |
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imprisonment, |
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but I have my doubts. |
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I fade |
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the sound |
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away... |
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I will, |
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choose, |
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silence.. |
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Do I, |
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resist, |
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when you bring me bread? |
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am I, |
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still tempted, |
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when you promise more? |
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Silence, |
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I like the sound of it |
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If I keep it up |
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then will you let me go? |
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Blood on my fingers, |
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Jesus was that really me? |
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SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, ThankYou, let me go. |
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Keep me here? Keep me here? |
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Am... |
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I.. |
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Tempted... |
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When you... |
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Promise... |
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The world... |
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Blood on my fingers, |
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Jesus was that really me? |
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SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou |