| At first, you drank my gospel
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| Like a mug of country wine
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| And now it has the flavour
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| Of regret and turpentine
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| Regret and turpentine
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| Regret and turpentine
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| Yes regret and turpentine
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| The lamb which lead my journey
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| Fell on the hardened ground
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| The shards of grief and mercy
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| Cut my feet to slow me down
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| My feet to slow me down
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| My feet to slow me down
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| Yes my feet to slow me down
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| For the future that’s awaiting me
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| Is one I can’t deny
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| That I will be lonely
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| Till the day I die
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| Now I’m just a strange illusion
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| Strumming chords and singing words
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| And if you like what I’m saying
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| Then that’s your privilege and your curse
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| Your privilege and your curse
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| Your privilege and your curse
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| Yes your privilege and your curse
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| For the future that’s awaiting me
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| Is one I can’t deny
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| That I will be lonely
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| Till the day I die
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| I fought the war around me
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| The war you helped me fight
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| You told me you were uninjured
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| Hiding your battle scars from the light
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| Your scars from the light
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| Your scars from the light
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| Yes your scars from the light
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| For the future that’s awaiting me
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| Is one I can’t deny
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| That I will be lonely
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| Till the day I die
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| Till the day I die
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| Till the day I die |