| I done some bad bad things
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| The kind you don’t bring up at confession
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| Somewhere in my life, woah
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| I took the wrong direction
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| I swear on my soul
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| I didn’t want to hurt no one
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| But I got no way to justify
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| The things I done
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| If you’re good at telling lies
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| You could be my alibi
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| And I won’t have to atone for my sins
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| If you’re good at telling lies
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| You could be my alibi
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| And I won’t have to the fall for where I’ve been
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| You done some bad bad things
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| The kind that don’t bare to mention
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| Something inside you died
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| Now you need some ressurrection
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| If you don’t want to go down
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| Just like the setting sun
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| You got to find a way to reconcile
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| The things you done
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| If you’re good at telling lies
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| You could be my alibi
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| And I won’t have to the fall for where I’ve been
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| I swear some people in the world
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| They got no moral compass
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| I know the wicked ones
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| I feel them walk among us
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| The hangman begs for mercy
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| Only when his time has come
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| Because he got no way to
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| Rectify the things he done
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| I won’t take the fall for where I’ve been
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| I won’t take that fall for where I’ve been, no |