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This suit of clay I wear |
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Has a sleeve across my mouth |
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And the roots of trees that bind you |
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Are to keep you way down south |
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For you can not touch a state of mind |
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Love cannot keep you warm |
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You left my life outside the door |
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Or down upon the road |
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The type of place like heaven |
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Where nothings ever sold |
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Still you fail to see the reason why |
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You get so very cold |
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This house |
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Is a poor house |
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Gutter stained footsteps |
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On nowhere stairs |
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And the window pulled open so wide |
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It's all you can do but to come inside |
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She: Struck that slap-shack bare |
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Struck that slap-shack bare |
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Struck that slap-shack bare |
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Forgive me my trespasses baby |
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And take me back home |
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There was a time |
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Every starry sky |
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Drank with me |
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Drank with me |
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And I could've cried, yeah I could've cried |
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This house you built for me |
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Is colder now than you |
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And the fragments of the birthday cake |
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Lie on the farther side of grace |
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How does it feel to be loved |
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Forgive me my trespasses baby |
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And take me back home |
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There was a time |
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Every starry sky |
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Drank with me |
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And I could've cried |
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She spits like a child |
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Fire putting out fire |
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Wont pay for the right to live |
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There's no-one else left |
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For her to forgive |
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(Once upon a time |
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I shared a vacant lot |
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With an "always hurting real bad" child |
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Dirt stones and trees were good to us |
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She was spat out and snuffed |
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Round this here corner town |
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Did the darndest of things by proxy |
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And her name still |
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Pare me down to a sole cold bone |
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Put it down to a bone cold soul |
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Some pretty sorry prayer.) |
