| Oh my my my, my sweetest friend
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| Oh my my what have I doneOh no, no, no not this againOh no, no, no please God
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| But he battens down his hatches
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| and closes his eyes
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| begs the Good Lord for the answers he’s never gonna find
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| and washed out in the shadows,
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| I’m a whisper in the night
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| confusion, disillusion
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| as I look him in the eye:
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| «This ain’t God’s fault brother, he still toes the line… This ain’t God’s
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| fault brotherI’m afraid this one’s mine.»
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| Blood, sweat, piss and I’m on the floorI swear to God this is itbenzo, hydro,
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| and Julio
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| a routine maintenance kit
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| So I batten down my hatches and I close my eyesbeg the Good Lord for the
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| answers I’m never gonna findand washed out in the shadows,
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| you’re a whisper in the night
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| confusion, disillusion
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| as you look me in the eye
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| «This ain’t God’s fault brother, he still toes the line… This ain’t God’s
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| fault brotherI’m afraid this one’s mine.»
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| This bed is a cageThis bed is a cageThis bed is a cageAnd now I have to lie in
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| the one that you’ve made
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| And now I have to lie in the one that you’ve made
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| So I batten down my hatches and I close my eyesbeg the Good Lord for the
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| answers I’m never gonna findand washed out in the shadows,
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| you’re a whisper in the night
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| confusion, disillusion
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| as you look me in the eye
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| «This ain’t God’s fault Matthew, he still toes the line… This ain’t God’s
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| fault MatthewI’m afraid this one’s mine.» |