| I am incomplete damaged and imperfect
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| This world is not divided between saints and sinners
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| Forgive me for being human
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| I struggle i suffer i know what it means to survive
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| This world is crumbling i’ll take my flaws
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| With me and beyond you
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| Beneath it all…
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| «family values"with national pride
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| Will leed to the new cross burnings
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| And who will be hanging next from that tree
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| Who’d have my sisters stay at home
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| To feed and mend and tremble?
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| Their place is not on their backs or on their knees
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| We look to anyone to make the trains run on time
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| Then praise their shovels as we are buried alive
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| The days pass by unnoticed as we choose not to see the bars
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| Imprisoned for life while free to go With a key clutched in our desperate hands all along
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| Beyond those walls i am wounded and scarred
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| Isolated but aware and alive
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| I alone maintain control
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| I accept no higher soul
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| I am my beginning and my end
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| This is a call for redemption
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| For those i know to have been led blind
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| With the wounds of the forsaken i’m still screaming
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| And i might stand alone with no one left to listen
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| But the last words of this song have yet to be heard |