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Good intentions are the best for most engagements |
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I try hard to stay out of most conversations |
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I believe that it starts with good intentions |
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Somehow always ends with obvious accusations |
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I will do my best to try and sort this out |
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It can't get any worse, than what I've felt |
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Whoa, after everything I did for you |
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Whoa, what I thought was fireproof |
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Throw me away |
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[?] |
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Why have I noticed your smile |
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If you're hearing this I want you to remember |
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I am just a man haunted by past endeavors |
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And I'll smile and I'll wave for the camera |
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Use me or throw me out, I don't care anymore |
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What a whore! |
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Whoa, after everything I did for you |
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Whoa, what I thought was fireproof |
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Whoa, after everything I did for you |
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Whoa, what I thought was fireproof |
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Throw me away |
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[?] |
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Why have I noticed your smile |
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My fire burns from the inside |
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From my insides out |
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You can't change the consequences of treason |
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Time won't fade the scars you left for no reason |
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You can't change the consequences of treason |
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Time won't fade the scars you left for no reason |
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How can you turn your back on me |
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After everything I did for you? |
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How could you burn so easily |
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What I thought was fireproof? |
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No! |
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From the bottom of my heart |
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I want you to know that you have only made me stronger, whoa |
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And from the top of my lungs I will scream this louder, whoa |
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If there's anyone out there who feels the same as I do, as we do |
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Then sing with me and make this true |
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I pushed too hard |
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All my friends said I was making mistakes |
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But I followed my heart (I followed my heart) |
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Even when it led me the wrong way |
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I went too far |
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All my friends said I was making mistakes |
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But I follow my heart |
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Even when it leads me the wrong way |
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[Spoken:] |
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I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. |
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He has led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light. |
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Surely against me is he turned; he turns his hand against me all the day. |
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My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones. |
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He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail. |
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He has set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old. |
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He has hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he has made my chain heavy. |
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Also when I cry and shout, he shuts out my prayer. |
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He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone, he has made my paths crooked. |
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He was to me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places. |
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He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he has made me desolate. |
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He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow. |
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He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins. |
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I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day. |
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He has filled me with bitterness, he has made me drunken with wormwood |