| I sat down on this chair
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| I said man, put her right there
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| An inch below my sleeve
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| Just low enough so that I can see
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| He ink stained my skin
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| Needle made me bleed
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| It was only on the surface
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| But it went so deep
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| It’s a constant reminder
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| Of who I am and where I’ve been
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| How and where I’m going
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| And the reason I’m still here
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| It’s a picture of forgiveness
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| Of peace, hope and love
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| And all that I believe in
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| That’s just between us
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| Me and my tattoo of Jesus
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| He said
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| «Man what brings you here?»
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| I said «Whiskey and lonely tears»
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| A life of ups and downs
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| Getting lost, being found, he said
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| «I completely understand
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| 'Cause I’ve been right where you are»
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| And that’s why I put my mine
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| Right here over my heart
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| As a constant reminder
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| Of who I am and where I’ve been
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| How and where I’m going
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| And the reason I’m still here
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| It’s a picture of forgiveness
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| Of peace, hope and love
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| And all that I believe in
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| That’s just between us
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| Me and my tattoo of Jesus
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Oh, whoa
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| It’s a constant reminder
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| Of who I am and where I’ve been |
| How and where I’m going
|
| And the reason I’m still here
|
| It’s a picture of forgiveness
|
| Of peace, hope and love
|
| And all that I believe in
|
| That’s just between us
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| Me and my tattoo of Jesus
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| My tattoo of Jesus
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| My tattoo of Jesus |