| I remember watching you stand at the edge of the water
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| Eyes glazed…
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| I felt so helpless inside. |
| I felt the strain in my eyes
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| I watched a soul purge a life
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| The dark clouds always surround me
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| It’s in the fight that sometimes I gave up and didn’t try
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| I owe my teachers everything for keeping me alive
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| When everything in this life just wanted me to die
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| I close my eyes, that deep tortured soul is mine…
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| There is no God here
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| Just me in the woods and nothing to fear
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| I’m from the Swamps and this is my home
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| (What you know about a mercy killing for something you love?)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Some never make it home
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| You’re on your own. |
| (If you SINK YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN.)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Where wrong turns make you whole
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| (Toughen up or get Roughed up buttercup.)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Deep in my Rabbit Hole…
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| Where love is severed in the mud and cold…
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| I love the murky water. |
| Dangerous and untold
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| Steady as she goes
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| Taking off our Church Clothes
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| Toss them in the water, see if they float
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| Pull out our knives and put in boats
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| From pillar to post. |
| Blood soaked and brave souls
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| Echoes of ghosts
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| When it comes to love anything goes
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| I close my eyes, that deep tortured soul is mine…
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| There is no God here
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| Just me with in the woods and nothing to fear
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| I’m from the Swamps and this is my home
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| (What you know about a mercy killing for something you love?)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Some never make it home
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| You’re on your own. |
| (If you SINK YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN.)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Where wrong turns make you whole
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| (Toughen up or get Roughed up buttercup.)
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| I’m from the Swamps… Deep in my Rabbit Hole…
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| Where love is severed in the mud and cold… |