| I’m standing in astonishment and just staring at the sky
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| Onward to abolishment and the torture on my mind
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| God damn you inspiration as you show your face at the strangest of times
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| And never when I search to find
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| Begin again and repeat this to myself
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| With just a little touch of sorrow
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| Because the showers that I take tonight
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| Won’t forever keep me clean
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| They won’t keep me clean tomorrow
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| We’re finding that we wonder to the end with false intent
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| The past is your lesson, the future is your gift
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| You can take this to your heart, you can take this to your grave
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| But I won’t crack or break under pressure
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| I won’t bend at the knees to be saved
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| Begin again and repeat this to myself
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| With just a little touch of sorrow
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| Because the showers that I take tonight
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| Won’t forever keep me clean
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| They won’t keep me clean tomorrow
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| Respect for the walking and wounded
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| Don’t let it get to you, just turn and face
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| Start your reparations, you just begin to make amends
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| Because it’s like you said, it’s like you said
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| We’re the walking dead
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| Begin again and repeat this to myself
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| With just a little touch of sorrow
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| Because the showers that I take tonight
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| Won’t forever keep me clean
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| They won’t keep me clean tomorrow |