| I apologize
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| That your memory serves you more than I can now
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| You’ll have to make sense of my life somehow
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| Yeah, somehow
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| Well, I close my eyes
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| Remove each piece of armor one by one
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| Inhale this moment deep into my lungs
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| Make amends for all I’ve done
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| All of my devils are free at last
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| And all my secrets revealed
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| And your permission is all I
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| Need to heal
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| Well how long have I
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| Been sitting here, I must have drifted off
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| I cannot finish any of my thoughts
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| Forgive me for my wayward shot
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| All of my devils are free at last
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| And all my secrets revealed
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| And your permission is all I
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| Need to heal
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| I wake up in the morning, and it comes back to you
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| I breathe in I breathe out, it comes back to you
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| I stare up at the ceiling, and it comes back to you
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| I step out my front door, and it comes back to you
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| The end of my driveway, it comes back to you
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| Brakelights on the highway, it comes back to you
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| I could die in Los Angeles
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| It would come back to you
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| All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
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| And all my secrets are revealed, yeah
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| And your permission is all that I
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| I need to feel
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| All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
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| And all my secrets are revealed, yes they are
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| And your permission is all that I need |