| First to cast the stone
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| I’d rather walk my miles alone
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| Last to take the blame
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| I’d rather take the hit than devastate the lame
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| Your eyes are blind
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| Your tongue is tied
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| Dumb to the gifts that we’ve received
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| Listen deaf ears
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| Strands of the march
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| Nothing has changed, all wasted years
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| Burning the home crushing the bone
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| Wasting the precious moments
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| Living to die draining the seas
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| Stealing the gems with hands unkept
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| Jesus wept
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| Air too thick to breathe
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| I watched the demons play naïve
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| Blood too thick to taste
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| I pull the leeches from my arm so not to waste
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| Gorged like the pig fat like the tick
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| Carrying bellies set to break
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| High on your throne ruling alone
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| Preaching commandments of your own
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| Leaving your home nursing the bone
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| Savoring precious moments
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| Dying to live filling the seas
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| Laying at the gold sheets where you slept
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| Jesus wept (4x)
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| Bleeding from holes
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| On my body beat and broken
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| I don’t give a damn
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| How you accumulated tokens
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| Leaving your home nursing the bone
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| Savoring precious moments
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| Dying to live filling the seas
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| Laying at the gold sheets where you slept
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| Jesus wept (5x) |