| Sitting in my truck
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| In the lot of restraint
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| I think I like the picture
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| But I do not like the paint
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| Every man seems rich in wealth or wealth in mind
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| I guess my window’s comin'
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| This is just my space in time
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| I do not have misfortune
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| What I made, I made my own
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| I just want redemption for the things that I owe
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| I do not have misfortune
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| What I made, I made my own
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| I just want redemption for the things that I owe
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| It’s hard to hear you brother
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| Sometimes I can’t relate
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| And even when were happy
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| It feels that I’m too late
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| The Colors do not match
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| Perspective is all wrong
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| The frame is just plain ugly
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| And I feel like movin' on There is so much hate, pourin' from your eyes
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| Can you find the strength to forgive for those times?
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| So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain
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| I will stand beside even though were not the same
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| So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain
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| I will always stand beside you even though were not the same
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| It’s hard to hear you brother
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| Sometimes I can’t relate
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| And even when were happy
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| It feels that I’m too late
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| It’s hard to hear you brother
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| When you sing your broken songs
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| I’m stuck and feeling helpless
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| And its been way too long
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| (Solo)
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| There is so much hate, pourin' from your eyes
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| Can you find the strength to forgive for those times?
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| So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain
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| I will stand beside even though were not the same
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| So here I am your blood, and blood I will remain
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| I will always stand beside you even though were not the same
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| It’s hard to hear you brother
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| Sometimes I can’t relate
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| And even when were happy
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| It feels that I’m too late
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| It’s hard to hear you brother
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| When you sing your broken songs
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| I’m stuck and feeling helpless
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| And its been way too long |