| He walked away…
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| Turned around to watch friends fade.
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| Chased by enemies, he made,
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| Like sin and lust,
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| Collecting dust on his faith.
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| Sure they showed him the good times,
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| But they all ended in bad times
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| In bad times.
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| But I dont need them anymore,
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| It’s not to even out the score.
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| I walked away…
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| Turned around to watch friends fade.
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| Chased by enemies, I made,
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| Like sin and lust,
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| Collecting dust on my faith.
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| Sure they showed me the good times,
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| But they all ended in bad times
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| In bad times.
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| And I don’t need them anymore,
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| It’s time to even out the score.
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| And now my feet are planted firm on staying pure,
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| I’m new.
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| My past has no place here,
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| Though I may slip,
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| Who knows?
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| I might not, I just might not.
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| Yeah they showed me the good times,
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| But they all ended in bad times.
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| In bad times. |