| Better sit ‘cause I’m about to shock you baby Lately I’ve been dragged through
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| the mud
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| I’ve been shunned, cursed, fucked…
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| Damn this filthy tongue of mine!
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| It’s a problem though I swear I’m trying
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| Damn it I’ll face it
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| I’m trying to make it right
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| I’ve got to believe I’m stronger than gravity
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| Class, take five, let’s review our anatomy
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| You’ve got your black heart dry humping your chest
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| And its roots spread through to infect all the rest
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| And the lungs breathe, keeping air from your head
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| Though these eyes of mine are white, all I keep seeing is red
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| I’ve made my mistakes
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| Though I’ve tried to change this feeling
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| My only hope is that I can change
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| I see that my feet are close to the edge and
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| I can’t help but looking down for life
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| Is anyone there to hear my call
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| Or catch me when I fall?
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| He left a note
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| Down to trace his thoughts
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| When he gets home
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| To remind him that he was wrong
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| It’s not too late to take back the mistakes that could take hold of my life
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| It’s hard to forgive
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| But don’t forget where you’ve been
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| Just believe that you can start again |