| I’m hanging here at the end of my rope again
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| Wondering how I got to the end of my rope again
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| Praying to God from here at the end of my rope again
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| Painfully aware it’s the end of my rope again
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| Stretched like a canvas
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| Nailed to a frame
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| This is as far as I can go
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| Who could have planned this
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| Who’s left to blame
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| Must I always be the last to know
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| When cracks begin to show
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| My paintings fall to pieces
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| Tiny pieces
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| With no one to claim me
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| I’m
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| Hanging here at the end of my rope again
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| Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again
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| Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again
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| Praying to God from the end of my rope again
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| Thought I was able
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| Thought I was sure
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| Thought I could keep this thing alive
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| Much like a diamond
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| Stuck in the rough
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| Patience the key to my survival
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| Well I’ve no need
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| To wait for those around me
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| I’m the one who’s found me
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| And you’re wondering why
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| I’m
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| Hanging here at the end of my rope again
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| Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again
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| Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again |
| Praying to God from the end of my rope again
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| Dangling, I’m dangling
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| Swinging, I’m swingin'
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| Dangling, I’m dangling
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| Swinging, I’m swingin'
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| Hanging here at the end of my rope again
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| Wondering how I got to the end of this here rope again
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| Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again
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| Dangling by a thread
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| Dangling by a thread
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| It’s raining, it’s pouring
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| It’s raining, it’s pouring |