| Don t bother looking for a chair
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| Just throw your coat down anywhere
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| I m sorry I m so poorly dressed
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| I gave up hoping for a guest
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| You say you got a weight to bare
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| A cross you carry everywhere
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| I said I know and it ain t fair
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| I tell you you can leave that here
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| Whoa-oh-oh…
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| And I always wondered
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| How you carried all that grief
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| I know it wasn t right to saddle you with mine
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| My life, my identity I lay them at your feet
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| And stand here broken in the mirror of your eyes
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| 'til the morning…
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| The old prayers written on your skin
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| They’re singing mass out in the yard
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| They heard that you re the one I want
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| That I want…
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| And I m about to burn alive
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| You still won t look me in the eye
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| I’ll turn the light out if you want
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| If you feel safer in the dark
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| Whoa-oh-oh…
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| I came to you an orphan
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| But I m living here a thief
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| If I can only find the door I ll go tonight
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| My life, my identity I lay them at your feet
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| In just the hope that you d let me come inside |