| So I was lost, go count the cost,
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| Before you go to the holland road,
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| With your heart like a stone you spared no time in lashing out,
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| And I knew your pain and the effect of my shame, but you cut me down, you cut me down,
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| And I will not tell the thoughts of hell
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| That carried me home from the Holland road
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| With my heart like a stone and I put up no fight
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| To your callous mind, and from your corner you rose to cut me down, you cut me down,
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| So I hit my low, but little did I know that would not be the end,
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| From the holland road well I rose and I rose, and I paid less time,
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| To your callous mind, and I wished you well as you cut me down, you cut me down,
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| But I'll still believe though there's cracks you'll see,
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| When I'm on my knees I'll still believe,
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| And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found,
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| If you'll believe in me I'll still believe
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| But I'll still believe though there's cracks you'll see,
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| When I'm on my knees I'll still believe,
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| And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found,
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| If you'll believe in me I'll still believe |