| I know where you’ve been
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| You buried your story under my skin
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| I know where we stand
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| Walked in your footsteps and followed the damned
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| Is there hope for me?
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| 'Cause fools don’t change
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| And stones don’t bleed
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| Born with your dirt on my hands
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| Born with a line in the sand
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| Born into a world I don’t understand
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| Down, down, down, here we go again
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| Round and round, will it ever end?
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| Hey father, what a mess I’m in
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| Heir to the throne of your original sin, original sin
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| I tried to pretend, I don’t know the devil
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| And all of his friends
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| But I can’t take it back, I know the truth
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| Is tied to the past
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| Is there hope for me?
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| 'Cause fools don’t change
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| And stones don’t bleed
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| Born with your dirt on my hands
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| Born with a line in the sand
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| Born into a world I don’t understand
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| Down, down, down, here we go again
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| Round and round, will it ever end?
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| Hey father what a mess I’m in
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| Heir to the throne of your original sin, original sin
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| Break the cycle now
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| I don’t want your life
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| Born with your dirt on my hands
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| Born with a line in the sand
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| Born into a world I don’t understand
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| Down, down, down, here we go again
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| Round and round, will it ever end?
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| Hey father what a mess I’m in
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| Heir to the throne of your original sin, original sin |