| On a bench, dark in autumn, you wore the shadow like a dress
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| Mixing the whiskey with questions, leaving nothing unconfessed
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| Your body was drawn in the passing headlights, shapes unseen in the rear view
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| mirror
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| You stumbled onto some honesty and then, pressed on and pulled me near
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| You said if God exists, would you take back the moments you broke the rules or
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| got fucked up
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| Could you find regret in a night like this one — would you wanna be forgiven?
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| You said if God exists, would you take back the moments you broke the rules or
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| got fucked up
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| Could you find regret in a night like this one — would you wanna be forgiven?
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| Are we supposed to be separate?
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| Are we wrong to try and stay?
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| If God exists, has it all been worth it or would you wanna be forgiven?
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| And now that you’re gone and I’m at your headstone, I curse out loud like a bad
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| prayer
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| We were the only thing you believed in but I let go
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| If I’m a Christian by December, would you please forgive me, I only meant to
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| find God to pass the time
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| If you can find me while I’m turning over a new leaf, just know I’m looking for
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| another place to hide
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| You said if God exists, would you take back the moments you broke the rules or
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| got fucked up
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| Could you find regret?
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| Can you let this go?
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| Do you have to give in? |