| Cross my arm is that old ink stain
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| God I wish I could erase that name
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| Reminds me that I’m the one to blame
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| I used to think that rules were made for breakin'
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| Now I question every road I’ve taken
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| And I regret every heart I’ve forsaken
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| Here’s my confession
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| The mistakes I’ve made
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| Are comin' back to haunt me
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| Like a ghost from a grave
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| Always there to taunt me
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| You say its OK
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| You say you still want me
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| But you don’t know where I’ve been
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| I’m no stranger to my sins
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| I’ve got skeletons
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| I’ve got skeletons
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| You tell me how a man can be forgiven
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| Start clean on the life he’s livin'
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| How do you run from a demon
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| I’ve tried every single thing I know
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| It just wont let me go
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| I’m tired of walking down the same damn road
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| Towin' this load
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| The mistakes I’ve made
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| Are comin' back to haunt me
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| Like a ghost from a grave
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| Always there to taunt me
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| You say its OK
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| You say you still want me
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| But you don’t know where I’ve been
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| I’m no stranger to my sins
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| I’ve got skeletons
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| I’ve got skeletons
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| The mistakes I’ve made
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| Are comin' back to haunt me
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| Like a ghost from a grave
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| Always there to taunt me
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| You say its OK
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| You say you still want me
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| But you don’t know where I’ve been
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| I’m no stranger to my sins
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| I’ve got skeletons
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| I’ve got skeletons |