| I’m through feeling sorry
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| For the things that I can’t choose
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| Heaven’s got a back door too
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| Out of walls I heard the voices of the preacher
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| Telling me all the reasons why I’d die alone
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| I’ve never been your perfect song, your favorite daughter
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| So I sit and dwell on all the things I know are wrong
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| I don’t wait, I don’t wait for it
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| To be gone
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| I’m through feeling sorry
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| For the things that I can’t choose
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| When will I stop running
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| From the things I know are true
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| Heaven’s got a back door too
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| I’ve never been on the same sidewalk as a steeple
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| May we take notice in regard to the unknown
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| I don’t know whether to the press me farther or the people
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| I’ve never been a perfect soul, oh
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| I don’t wait, I don’t wait for it
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| To be gone
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| I’m through feeling sorry
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| For the things that I can’t choose
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| When will I stop running
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| From the things I know are true
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| It’s not your time to go and waste it
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| And it’s all about your timing
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| But I’ll wake up to leaves on the ceiling
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| Been wondering why you said
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| I’m through feeling sorry
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| For the things that I can’t choose
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| When will I stop running
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| From the things I know are true
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| If I made it this far being who I am
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| Maybe heaven’s got a back door too
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| A back door too
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| Heaven’s got a back door through
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| And I’m running through
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| And I’m running through
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| Heaven’s got a back door through |