| Handwrapped in paper
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| It never phased her when her gift
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| To hold on was all but gone in an instant
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| I could not blame her
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| I didn’t stay enough to wish
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| And one priest could not absolve me of my sins, yeah
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| Some time ago now
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| Gave up my post I left behind
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| 'Cause she wanted what she always thought felt right
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| But since I’ve come down
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| From that old mountain I had climbed
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| I heard that she’s still searching for her good side
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| Stay low, swing your arm, hold tight
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| 'Cause it looks rough on the front tonight
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| Lost my way once or twice, but I won’t sway in a fight
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| Do I pray? |
| No, but I have faith you might
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| Woo-oo-ooh
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| I’ve been asleep but still I can see what it’s become
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| When she held it all against us in the long run
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| Maybe I’m focused on something other than some love
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| I only ever thought of when I was young
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| Stay low, swing your arm, hold tight
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| 'Cause it looks rough on the front tonight
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| Lost my way once or twice, but I won’t sway in a fight
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| Do I pray? |
| No, but I have faith you might
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| Underneath my skin you exist
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| I cannot get rid of all of it
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| Up too late to shout, so I quit
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| And I don’t give a shit
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| Hm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
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| Stay low, swing your arm, hold tight
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| 'Cause it looks rough on the front tonight, tonight, oh
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| Lost my way once or twice, but I won’t sway in a fight
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| Do I pray? |
| No, but I have faith you might
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| Do I pray? |
| No, but I have faith you might
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| Do I pray? |
| No, but I have faith you might |