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The strings that tie us |
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The coincidence that proves to us God's existence |
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Joy we misplaced |
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Beautiful mistakes |
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The scarlet thread |
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The Crimson Cord |
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[Hook: Propaganda] |
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Wear your scars out loud |
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That's the fingerprints of The Lord |
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A timeline, a scarlet thread |
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A crimson cord, baby, a crimson cord |
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Let me celebrate your crimson cord |
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And that's beautiful, a crimson cord |
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No regrets, boy, a crimson cord |
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Evidence of God's love, that's a crimson cord |
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[Verse 1: Propaganda] |
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While Algebra homework less important than last calls |
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Collect calls come from up state |
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You eventually grow numb, it's a sad state |
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And it's hard to conceive, let alone believe that you're worth it |
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When your little brother's blood is still stained on your converse |
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And system leave him hanging, they still binge on syringes |
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Filled with self-hate, that's why we fly off the hinges |
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Even after salvation, it's tough |
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Looking back at wasted life, who never had a chance to begin with |
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[Bridge] |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Propaganda] |
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What it do to a girl's brain to see her father through face time |
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Why, if you call her pretty, you can have her at lunch time |
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American dream has filled her Mama with botox |
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And personalized license plates, dinner dates, he went to Jared's |
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Can't conceive or believe that you're worth it |
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And you ain't pose' to be mad, your dad buys you everything, right? |
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We should all wish to have your life |
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Oxycontin morning after pills no condoms |
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Suburbia good school, healthy church folk parents |
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Hittin' death, cover-up |
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not enough |
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[Bridge] |
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[Hook] |
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[Bridge] |
