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I'm a dead man short of his grave |
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Just cause I'm walking |
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Doesn't mean I've been saved |
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I made my mistakes |
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And I took a chance way before you |
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But you're the perfect side of me |
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Stood strong like Jesus |
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From a cross shapen tree |
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If I could remember the face of their rumors were true |
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But every time I notice, honey |
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You're putting words in my mouth |
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Like I can't take care of myself |
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But maybe I waited too long to be with you |
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There's a light outside my room |
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It comes from a garden lamp covered in you |
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Morning rehearsal's a time when you laid in my bed |
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But do you ever think of me |
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The signs in the landscape of our failed symmetry |
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Distance delayed us but never could keep us apart |
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But every time I notice, honey |
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You're putting words in my mouth |
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Like I can't take care of myself |
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But maybe I waited too long to be with you |
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Maybe I waited too long to be with you |
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Lay with me here in the dark |
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Until I get hungry and starve |
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But every time I notice, honey |
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You're pulling fruit from its vine |
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And I'm stuck here wondering why |
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But maybe I waited too long to be with you |
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And maybe I waited too long to be with you |
