| My blood is thick but it still runs
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| Every time I was taught to bite my tongue
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| It’s been years and the letters they still come
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| Still come
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| So hang, hang me up on your cross
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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| Hang me out to die in the sun
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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| Raise me up when I was number one
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| Make a story of, of a story that was spun
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| Strong enough to carry both my sons
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| My blood is thick but it still runs
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| So hang, hang me up on your cross
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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| Hang me out to die in the sun
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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| Hang, hang me up on your cross
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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| Hang, hang me up on your cross
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| For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
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