| Why do we honor what is true
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| (It only brings us closer to)
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| All the things we say and do
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| (And all the words they seem misspelled)
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| And what we are (and what we’ve done)
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| What we’ve become (it all unveils)
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| You stare at me (I hide my face)
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| Forgive me (somebody save us)
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| Forgive me, condemn what I’ve done
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| (Somebody save us)
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| Forget me, forget who I was
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| You’ve been sentenced to pardon me
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| The promises becomes a rhyme
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| (For they have nowhere else to hide)
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| A sense of glory so profound
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| (We never thought it’d be so frail)
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| And what we had (becomes what’s lost)
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| Where we are now (it won’t make sense)
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| Will there be time (will we be saved)
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| Forgive me (somebody save us)
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| Forgive me, condemn what I’ve done
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| (Somebody save us)
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| Forget me, forget who I was
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| You’ve been sentenced to pardon me
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| Whooh, Whooh
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| (Somebody save us)
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| Forgive me, condemn what I’ve done
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| (Condemn what I’ve done)
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| Forget me, forget who I was
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| Forgive me, forget me
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| Forgive me, forget me
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| You’ve been sentenced to pardon me |