| Forgive me,
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| For I did not know.
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| 'Cause I was just a boy
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| And you were so much more
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| Than any god could ever plan,
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| More than a woman or a man.
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| And now I understand how much I took from you:
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| That, when everything starts breaking down,
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| You take the pieces off the ground
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| And show this wicked town
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| Something beautiful and new.
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| You think that Luck
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| Has left you there.
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| But maybe there’s nothing
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| Up in the sky but air.
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| And there’s no mystical design,
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| No cosmic lover preassigned.
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| There’s nothing you can find
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| That can not be found.
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| 'Cause with all the changes
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| You’ve been through
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| It seems the stranger’s always you.
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| Alone again in some new
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| Wicked little town.
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| So when you’ve got no other choice
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| You know you can follow my voice
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| Through the dark turns and noise
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| Of this wicked little town.
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| Oh it’s a wicked, little town.
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| Goodbye, wicked little town. |