| Does my record show
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| That I’m damaged, disfigured with my faults exposed?
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| Cast your judgement aside for once
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| Stay close, and take a second glance
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| Forgive all the things that I can’t change
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| These stones have been cast in advance
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| Before you knew my name
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| Flawed, and therefore labeled from the start
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| Maybe I haven’t kept my hands clean but no one can decide where I belong
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| Draw all your conclusions from afar,
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| But naming everybody guilty will only bring to light your own faults
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| And I don’t want to know
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| What happens through the grapevine you’ve struggled to grow
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| Keep your thoughts inside for once
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| Wake up and take a second glance
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| Let go of all the things you fabricate. |
| You’re mind has got you in a trance
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| To hide you from the blame
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| Flawed, and therefore labeled from the start
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| Maybe I haven’t kept my hands clean, but no one can decide where I belong
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| Draw all your conclusions from afar,
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| But naming everybody guilty will only bring to light your own faults
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| Your words don’t sound the same in person |