| I keep you in the corner of my mind
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| where I can find…
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| in the dark in the bleak in the real sad time
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| yeah I don’t need you Lord when I’m doing fine
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| I’ll go my own way
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| but I can’t let you go even when I try
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| and I try
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| I only call you when I’m losing
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| I only need you when I’m high and dry
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| like a cigarette or the bottom…
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| thirsty at the river’s end
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| thirsty at the river’s end
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| forgive me for my sin
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| I like the way it feels to burn in my pain
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| and then I wonder why
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| your voice seems so far away
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| like a pawn in the way of a checkmate
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| I keep you at arm’s length
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| I only call you when I’m losing
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| I only need you when I’m high and dry
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| like a cigarette or the bottom…
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| thirsty at the river’s end
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| thirsty at the river’s end
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| and I’ve tried to control it
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| I’m a slave to the flesh and you know it
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| but you saved the worst parts of me
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| and now I’ve gotta learn
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| what it means to be free
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| and I try to control it
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| I’m a slave to the flesh and you know it
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| but you saved the worst parts of me
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| and now I’ve gotta learn
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| what it means to be free |
| thirsty at the river’s end
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| thirsty at the river’s end |