| I am sick. |
| I am not doing well
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| Iʼm writing home, because I your need help
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| Livinʼ the dream ainʼt so dreamy, darlinʼ
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| Livinʼ the dream ainʼt me
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| Cause I canʼt kill this animal between my ears
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| And I canʼt stop feeding it what Iʼve fed it for years
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| Can you restore whatʼs been taken?
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| Can you restore whatʼs been given away?
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| What good is freedom if my heartʼs a slave to sin?
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| My allegiance lies with me
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| Oh, my pride is overwhelming
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| My hands ready, my body poised, for malevolence
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| I canʼt keep fighting it, I canʼt swing through the tears
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| Can you restore whatʼs been taken?
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| Can you restore whatʼs been given away?
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| Iʼd like a little of your blood but thatʼs all
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| Just enough forgiveness to keep on being careless
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| Am I more than the sum of the things I have and havenʼt done?
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| Am I more than the sum of the things I have and havenʼt done?
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| Am I more than the sum of the things I have and havenʼt done?
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| Am I more than the sum of the things I have and havenʼt done?
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| How do we undo whatʼs already been done?
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| With nothing to stand on, we fall
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| Weʼve been falling before we first stood up
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| Can you restore whatʼs been taken?
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| Can you restore whatʼs been taken?
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| Can you restore whatʼs been taken?
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| Can you restore whatʼs been given away?
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| Am I more than the sum of the things I have and havenʼt done? |