| I called a thousand times
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| But my words, they fall on ears that just won’t hear
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| They cut me open wide
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| Somehow I’ll survive and swallow all these tears
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| But time cannot erase it, how I acted so abrasive
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| I’ll never know exactly why, but I have my suspicions
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| The one thing I know is love
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| That’s s’posed to come on with conditions
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| But I lost control, I let my wounds define my rules for living
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| But there’s no more words to say
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| Just hope someday I’ll be forgiven
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| Forgiven
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| But I lost control, I let my wounds define my rules for living
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| But there’s no more words to say
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| Just hope someday I’ll be forgiven
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| Forgiven
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| Forgiven
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| I’ll never know exactly why, but I have my suspicions
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| The one thing I know is love
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| That’s s’posed to come on with conditions
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| But I lost control, I let my wounds define my rules for living
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| But there’s no more words to say
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| Just hope someday I’ll be
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| Forgiven
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| Forgiven
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| I’ll be
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| Forgiven |