| I’ll start with a hook:
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| I didn’t think that I could think so much
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| And it’s just my luck
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| That it was you that I was thinking of
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| I tried to read the Bible
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| But I figured I’d write my own
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| For my lover, my Lord and Savior
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| But the world wasn’t in my favor
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| You said you’d write me a letter
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| I thought that meant you’d forget her
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| You complimented my cursive writing
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| But a battle for you is not one worth fighting
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| I read a book, attended a wake
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| It got me thinking ‘bout dying
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| I fear that I’ll die alone
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| I fear that I’ll die before I’m known
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| I fear that I’m losing my youth
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| I’m bathing in rose water
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| ‘Cause if I don’t have my beauty, don’t have my touch
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| Will my words really mean that much?
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| You said you’d write me a letter
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| I thought that meant you’d forget her
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| You complimented my cursive writing
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| But a battle for you is not one worth fighting
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| And I’m reaching out; |
| where’s my reward?
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| I used to be the girl everyone adored
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| And I found myself when I was lost in the moment
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| And here’s what I get, here’s my atonement
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| Oh, here’s my atonement
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| Oh, here’s my atonement |