| Right now my hands are covered with the blood of all the
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| Thoughts that flood my aching mind
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| And I know that when left alone I don’t find the time
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| To match your desires up to mine and see what’s right
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| I’m running from the scene of the crime
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| The last thing I need is to do what I’ve already done
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| Wish that I could rewind and start over
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| These thoughts still dwell in my mind
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| I’m losing a battle I thought that I had already won
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| Wish this part of my life could be over
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| Sometimes I feel the sin rage inside my soul
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| Sometimes I feel like just letting it take control
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| And then the pain I feel, the times I stray
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| Would be the slightest regret that I just push away
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| And as I try to stand my heart is filled with nothing but hurt
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| My feet are heavy as they’re pushing me down in the dirt
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| And all I ask is you don’t give up on me
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| Someday I’ll live like you died for me
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| From the scene of the crime
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| The last thing I need is to do what I’ve already done
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| Wish that I could rewind and start over
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| These thoughts still dwell in my mind
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| I’m losing a battle I thought that I had already won
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| Wish this part of my life could be over
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| Running from the scene of the crime
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| The last thing I need is to do what I’ve already done
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| Wish that I could rewind and start over
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| These thoughts still dwell in my mind
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| I’m losing a battle I thought that I had already won
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| Wish this part of my life could be ov-, could be over |