| There’s a selfless soul I’m seeking
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| One that wants nothing, just look after me
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| Such is a seldom seed, planted far from the sun
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| And full of hope, she’s not yet gone
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| Well lift your sleeves
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| So bare they might see
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| Your angles and errors
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| Arms that have shared you
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| With every heart etched in your skin
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| I’m so sorry
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| I’m so sorry, for who I am
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| If such a pillowed hand worth holding
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| Staggers into palms which are running
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| Take a taste to be taken away I do believe
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| Centerfold, now to complete
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| Can someone be
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| More of a mother to me?
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| Discern out my thoughts
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| Correct all my verses
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| Show me I’m wanted every night
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| I’m so sorry
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| I’m so sorry, for who I am
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| It’s such a sad eclipse, fired sure as a bullet
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| Such a tatter, on a chest that will not happen
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| I take a chance, to be taken away a
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| And suddenly fall back into place
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| I’m so sorry (everyday now it’s true)
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| I’m so sorry (everyday now it’s true)
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| I’m so sorry (everyday now it’s true)
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| I’m so sorry (everyday now)
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| I’m so sorry
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| I’m so sorry
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| I’m so sorry, for who I am |