| I never cast the first stone
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| But I’m buried in rubble
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| The weight of a wretched world
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| Is enough to make any man crumble
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| I never asked for forgiveness
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| So I am given no end to my struggle
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| A failure of flesh, lay my soul to rest
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| By the bitter blood, I remain
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| Unloved, unloved, unloved
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| By the bitter blood, I remain unloved
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| All that is low will always linger
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| Beneath the surface of calloused skin
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| So go and point your fucking finger
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| But you should know that I am what I’ve always been
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| Unloved, unloved, unloved
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| By the bitter blood, I remain unloved
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| Hate is the only gift from God
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| Unloved
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| By the bitter blood, I will remain unloved
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| By the bitter blood, I will remain |