| Can I forgive my past transgressions
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| Can I forgive my own past sins
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| That’s not likely
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| No I will never feel the same again
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| Well, it does me no good to say I’m sorry
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| Although I am, for what it’s worth
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| But you can’t hear me for you’re resting
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| Six feet under the cold black dirt
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| Oh, them daisies they sure look pretty
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| Blooming there by your stone
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| They remind me that life continues
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| And I’ll never be alone
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| I’d give my body, I’d give my soul
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| For one more chance to make amends
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| But that’s not possible for my means
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| Could not justify my end
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| It does me no good to sit and think of
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| All the things that I done wrong
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| It took me forever to remember
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| What I should have known all along
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| Well if you can hear my last confession
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| If you can hear my final plea
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| Oh, although I never showed it
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| Oh, you meant the world to me
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| It does me no good to recollect on
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| All that whiskey has done been spilt
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| And my boat ain’t gonna float
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| All weighed down by them bricks of guilt |