| My eyes seek reality
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| My fingers seek my veins
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| There's a dog at your back step
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| He must come in from the rain
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| I fall cause I let go
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| The let me low has right of way
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| So my eyes seek reality
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| And my fingers seek my veins
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| The trash fire is warm
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| But nowhere safe from the storm
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| And I can't bear to see
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| What I've let me be
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| So wicked and worn
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| So as I write to you
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| Of what is done and to do
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| Maybe you'll understand
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| And won't cry for this man
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| cause low man is due
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| Please forgive me
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| My eyes seek reality
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| My fingers feel for faith
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| Touch clean with a dirty hand
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| I touch the clean to the waste
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| The trash fire is warm
|
| But nowhere safe from the storm
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| And I can't bear to see
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| What I've let me be
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| So wicked and worn
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| So as I write to you
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| Of what is done and to do
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| Maybe you'll understand
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| and won't cry for this man
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| cause low man is due
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| Please forgive me
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| Please forgive me
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| Please forgive me
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| So low the sky is all I see
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| All I want from you is forgive me
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| So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
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| Though he just wants right back out again
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| And I cry, to the alleyway
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| Confess all to the rain
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| But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
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| The one I've broken, to match my face
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| The trash fire is warm
|
| But nowhere safe from the storm
|
| And I can't bear to see
|
| What I've let me be
|
| So wicked and worn
|
| So as I write to you
|
| Of what is done and to do
|
| Maybe you'll understand
|
| And won't cry for this man
|
| cause low man is due
|
| Please forgive me
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| Please forgive me
|
| So low the sky is all I see
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| All I want from you is forgive me
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| So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
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| Though he just wants right back out again
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| My eyes seek reality
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| My fingers seek my veins |