| No blood upon my hands, no smokin' gun
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| No witness that could testify to anything I’ve done
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| I’d look that judge right in the eye if I ever took the stand
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| But I’m not an innocent man
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| No jury could convict me of breaking any law
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| I’ll never meet the jailer 'cause I never will get caught
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| But the man here in the mirror, he clearly understands
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| I’m not an innocent man
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| I’m a brother, I’m a husband, and a son
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| Oh, Father, I’ve known not what I’ve done
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| Forgive me, and help me to forgive myself
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| Just 'cause I get away with it it doesn’t make it right
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| It doesn’t make the deeds I’ve done any less a crime
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| Even if the world sees me on that righteous path
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| I’m not an innocent man
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| I’m a brother, I’m a husband, and a son
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| Oh, Father, I’ve known not what I’ve done
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| Forgive me, and help me to forgive myself
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| When I meet the maker there’s nothing I can hide
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| He’ll see all the guilt and shame I’ve buried down inside
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| I’ll ask Him to forgive me and I’ll see if He can
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| 'Cause I’m not an innocent man
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| I’m not an innocent man
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| I’m not an innocent man |