| coins in my pocket, small change
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| turnin' over and over, over and over
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| two sides to every story, same thing
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| goin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round again
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| you made a bible of your own
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| wrote it down, wrote it down, set it in stone
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| you carved my name across your chest
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| now you won’t, you won’t let me forget
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| here i am, shoulders to the wind
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| on a road that may never end
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| but what you can’t see
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| what you can’t see
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| is i’d rather be
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| i’d rather be
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| unforgiven
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| dirt on my knuckles, in my fingernails
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| lay a penny down, down on the rails
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| dust in my throat, stone in my shoe
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| tell me when, when will i forget about you
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| fire and ice, livin' with the blame
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| we’re all gonna be ashes anyway
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| and what you can’t see
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| what you can’t see
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| is i’d rather be
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| i’d rather be
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| unforgiven
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| coins in my pocket, small change
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| turnin over and over, over and over
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| two sides to every story, same thing
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| goin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round again
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| what you can’t see
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| what you can’t see
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| is it’s not just me
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| it’s not just me who’s
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| unforgiven |