| You have to reap what you sow
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| And perhaps, perhaps you will grow
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| You have to claim that guilt
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| And accept it as your own
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| Oh, why did you come to me, my son?
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| Why did you come to me, my son?
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| What’s your sin? |
| What have you done?
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| Have you done as you deem right?
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| What ails you, son? |
| What is your plight?
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| Oh, why did you come to me, my son?
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| Don’t wanna live forever
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| Don’t wanna die too young
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| Too many places that I haven’t been
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| Too many places that I haven’t seen for so long
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| For all this time, it’s been building up
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| Like the seven seas in a very small cup
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| Sedated, I was dead, I was numb
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| Now I got some luggage and it weighs a ton
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| Why did you come to me, my son?
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| Hold your ground, don’t falter, don’t leave
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| Never forget what it was like to believe
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| I’m gonna persevere
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| After all, it’s only fear
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| Oh, why did you come to me, my son?
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| Looks like I don’t need you no more |