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Sitting with the Bible in my grasp |
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And a gun in my left hand |
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Trying hard to steady breathing |
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Pacing on the cold tile floor |
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You better look me in the eyes |
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When you say that you don't love me |
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Then she said she didn't love me anymore |
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I got no reason to be sure |
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This will never get any easier |
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I cried out, "Dear heavenly father |
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Surround me with love |
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Cause suicide is not my style |
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No, suicide is not my style" |
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Trying not to lose faith in this world |
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But it's a bitter pill to take |
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When there's no one left to blame |
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Tracing back the steps that we both took |
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You better take a second look |
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In that mirror when you laugh at me |
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I bet you like what you see |
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I got no reason to be sure |
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This will never get any easier |
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I cried out, "Dear heavenly father |
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Surround me with love |
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Cause suicide is not my style (no) |
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Suicide is not my style (no) |
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Suicide is not my (style)" |
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You will regret this one day |
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The way you walked away |
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You've got some cold move |
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to face |
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No longer my mistake |
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You will regret this one day |
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The way you walked away |
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(You will regret this one day) |
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(The way you walked away) |
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I got no reason to be sure |
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This will never get easier |
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I cried out, "Dear heavenly father |
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Surround me with love |
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Cause suicide is not my style |
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Suicide is not my style |
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Suicide is not my (style)" |
