| Put my head up against the wall
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| I couldn’t help but stall
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| With eleven regrets
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| One flower
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| I’m lost and I’m ashamed
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| Cause all I have to give
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| Is eleven regrets
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| One flower
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| My God what have I become?
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| A broken man with no second chances
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| Who am I to say that you’re to blame?
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| I want to be who I say I am
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| But my actions show that I modestly can’t
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| Have I’ve turned myself into what I hate?
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| And I wonder what You think
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| When You’re staring down at me
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| Is it time to intervene?
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| Put my head up against the wall
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| I couldn’t help but stall
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| With eleven regrets
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| One flower
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| I’m lost and I’m ashamed
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| Cause all I have to give
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| Is eleven regrets
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| One flower
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| I’m lost and I’m ashamed…
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| Consequences are interesting
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| When the thorns penetrate
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| But can’t go deep enough to bleed
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| Oh I wish right now that was the case
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| What kind of example am I
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| If I continue this way defiling my life?
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| What if they knew me like You do?
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| And I wonder what You think
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| When You’re staring down at me
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| Is it time to intervene?
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| And I wonder what You think
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| When You’re staring down at me
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| Is it time to intervene?
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| And I wonder what she’ll think
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| When she’s staring down at me
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| Maybe it’s time to intervene?
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| (Merci à Mickael pour cettes paroles) |