| I know I come to you only when in need
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| I’m not the best believer, not the most deserving
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| But all I have, all I am, all I can for him
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| I beg you on bended knees for him
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| Precious baby, is your life hangin' by a thread?
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| A thread I’m standin' on, prayin' on today
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| All I have, all I am, all I can for him
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| I beg you on bended knees for him
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| I’ve got this curse in my hands
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| I’ve got this curse in my hands
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| All I touch fades to black
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| Turns to dust, turns to sand
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| I’ve got this curse on my tongue
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| I’ve got this curse on my tongue
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| All I taste is the rust
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| This decay in my blood
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| I don’t like the doctor with the deep long face
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| Only wants to give us the very worst case
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| I’d rather shout out and shake him and do anything for him
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| Well I, I beg you on bended knees for him
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| I’ve got this curse in my hands
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| I’ve got this curse in my hands
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| All I touch fades to black
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| Turns to dust, turns to sand
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| I’ve got this curse on my tongue
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| I’ve got this curse on my tongue
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| All I taste is the rust
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| This decay, let me go
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| When the moment strikes, it takes you by surprise and
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| Leaves you naked in the face of death and life
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| There is no righteousness in your darkest moment
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| We’re all equal in the face of what we’re most afraid of
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| And I’m so sorry for those who didn’t make it
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| And for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking
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| Search for meaning in sores
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| The sentences they might form
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| It’s the grammar of skin
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| Peel it back, let me in
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| Look for hope in the dark
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| The shadow cast by your heart
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| It’s the grammar of faith
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| No more rules, no restraint
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| How angry I would be
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| If you’d taken him away?
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| I wish I was wiser
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| But instead I’ll be grateful I’ll say
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| «Thanks for the love, for the joy, for the smile on his face»
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| 'Cause I’d beg you on bended knees for him
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| Oh, I’d beg you on bended knees for him |