| This thorn in my flesh
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| Is the only thing I got left
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| And it’s so hard to confess
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| When everybody thinks you’re perfect
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| But I cry for you
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| If you feel it too
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| And I’ll cry for you
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| If you show how to lose
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| The elephants in the room
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| Take it away, I beg you, take it all away
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| The pain it causes, it makes me wish I could fade away
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| If they knew what you knew, they’d probably shun me
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| I’m surprised you know it all and you love me
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| I know I break your heart
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| Body of death, give me rest if my heart stops
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| Then it don’t hurt no more, can’t get worse no more
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| Can’t pursue all these desires, it ain’t cursed no more
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| No more lies about my worth no more
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| I understand the thoughts of suicide that do reside
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| But when I stop and think about my family, I feel new inside
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| I promised I would die a thousand deaths 'fore I cause them any pain
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| But somehow I end up killing everything
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| I cry for you
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| If you feel a dark, twisted, heart-wrenching, hate-to-see-your-own-reflection
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| Praying for an intervention, feeling guilt and feeling shame
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| I just call on Jesus name
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| Praying daily, can you take away this pain?
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| Take the thorn away
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| Still, it remains, I
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| Feel the same, I
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| Know that I’m here, but
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| Still feel insane
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| Satan would love to see me give up and throw up my hands
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| He say I’m guilty but You say I’m clean
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| This thorn in my flesh
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| Is the only thing I got left
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| And it’s so hard to confess
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| When everybody thinks you’re perfect
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| But I cry for you
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| If you feel it too
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| And I’ll cry for you
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| If you show how to lose
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| The elephants in the room
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| Yeah, Sunday morning, or Sunday mourning?
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| I woke up dead inside from all the hurt I saw before me
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| Evil tryna take away my testimony
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| Starin' at my phone, feelin' like a phony
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| Oh, I cry for you, I would die for you
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| To escape the pain I feel from all that I’ve been through
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| I feel it in my soul and in my chest
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| Take away this ugly thorn inside my flesh
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| Give me death
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| But grace is sufficient to start my mission
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| I’m so far from perfect, can’t believe they listen
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| But hear a broken man 'til your healin' happens
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| And hear a liar tell you truth to bring you gladness
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| I could never boast in my accomplishments
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| I can only hope in God with confidence
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| Opposite of optimist, U and I are consonants
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| Broken all the vowels, deservin' of every consequence
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| Will you cry for me, or will you judge me?
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| Will you throw stones at my head, or will you love me?
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| I could never be everything that you wanna see
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| But crooked sticks draw straight lines, just look at me
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| (But crooked sticks draw straight lines, just look at me)
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| This thorn in my flesh
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| Is the only thing I got left
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| And it’s so hard to confess
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| When everybody thinks you’re perfect
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| But I cry for you
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| If you feel it too
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| And I’ll cry for you
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| If you show how to lose
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| The elephants in the room |