| In the day by day collision
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| Called the art of growing up
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| There’s an innocence we look for in the stars
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| To be taken back to younger days
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| When there was no giving up
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| On the people we held closest to our hearts
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| Yeah, it is you that I remember in that glowing
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| It is you that took my first away from me
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| It is you I set my standards to, to every walk of life
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| I haven’t met another you since you were with me
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| A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
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| I freaked out, thinking people didn’t love me
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| I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
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| In letting go, I am so proud of what I’ve done
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| In a way, I failed religion
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| I spit the wine from mouth to cup
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| And I reached for something more than just your God
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| Uncle, you spared not your children
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| And while your praying hands are up
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| There’s no forgiveness for you! |
| You sick fuck!
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| It is you that I remember in their bedroom
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| It is you that took their first away from them
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| It is you they set their standards to
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| You wounded them for life
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| You were a preacher and suppose to be above men
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| Sing with me
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| A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
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| I freaked out, thinking people didn’t love me
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| I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
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| In letting go, I am so proud of what I’ve done |