Answer
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If
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you
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would've
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blinked,
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then
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I
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would've
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Looked
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away
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at
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the
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first
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glance
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If
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you
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tasted
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poison,
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you
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could've
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Spit
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me
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out
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at
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the
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first
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chance
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And
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if
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I
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was
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some
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paint,
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did
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it
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splatter
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On
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a
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promising
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grown
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man?
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And
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if
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I
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was
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a
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child,
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did
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it
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matter
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If
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you
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got
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to
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wash
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your
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hands?
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Ooh,
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all
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I
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used
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to
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do
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was
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pray
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Answer
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Would've,
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could've,
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should've
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If
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you
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never
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looked
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my
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way
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I
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would've
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stayed
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on
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my
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knees
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And
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I
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damn
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sure
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never
|
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danced
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with
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the
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devil
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At
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nineteen
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And
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the
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God's
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honest
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truth
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is
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that
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the
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pain
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was
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heaven
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And
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now
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that
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I'm
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grown,
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I'm
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scared
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of
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ghosts
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Memories
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feel
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like
|
weapons
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And
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now
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that
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I
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know,
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I
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wish
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you'd
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left
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me
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wondering
|
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Answer
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If
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you
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never
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touched
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me,
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I
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would've
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Gone
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along
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with
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the
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righteous
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If
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I
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never
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blushed,
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then
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they
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could've
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Never
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whispered
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about
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this
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And
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if
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you
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never
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saved
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me
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from
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boredom
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I
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could've
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gone
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on
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as
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I
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was
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But,
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Lord,
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you
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made
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me
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feel
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important
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And
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then
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you
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tried
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to
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erase
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us
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Ooh,
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you're
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a
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crisis
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of
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my
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faith
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Would've,
|
could've,
|
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If
|
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Answer
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I'd
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only
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played
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it
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safe
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I
|
would've
|
stayed
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on
|
my
|
knees
|
And
|
I
|
damn
|
sure
|
never
|
would've
|
danced
|
with
|
the
|
devil
|
At
|
nineteen
|
And
|
the
|
God's
|
honest
|
truth
|
is
|
that
|
the
|
pain
|
was
|
heaven
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I'm
|
grown,
|
I'm
|
scared
|
of
|
ghosts
|
Memories
|
feel
|
like
|
weapons
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I
|
know,
|
I
|
wish
|
you'd
|
left
|
me
|
wondering
|
God
|
rest
|
my
|
soul
|
|
Answer
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I
|
miss
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who
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I
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used
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to
|
be
|
The
|
tomb
|
won't
|
close
|
Stained
|
glass
|
windows
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
|
I
|
can't
|
let
|
this
|
go
|
I
|
fight
|
with
|
you
|
in
|
my
|
sleep
|
The
|
wound
|
won't
|
close
|
I
|
keep
|
on
|
waiting
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for
|
a
|
sign
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I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
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If
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clarity's
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in
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death,
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then
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why
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won't
|
this
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die?
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Years
|
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Answer
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of
|
tearing
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down
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our
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banners,
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you
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and
|
I
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Living
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for
|
the
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thrill
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of
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hitting
|
you
|
where
|
it
|
hurts
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Give
|
me
|
back
|
my
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girlhood,
|
it
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was
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mine
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first
|
And
|
I
|
damn
|
sure
|
never
|
would've
|
danced
|
with
|
the
|
devil
|
At
|
nineteen
|
And
|
the
|
God's
|
honest
|
truth
|
is
|
that
|
the
|
pain
|
was
|
heaven
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I'm
|
grown,
|
I'm
|
scared
|
of
|
ghosts
|
Memories
|
feel
|
like
|
|
Answer
|
weapons
|
And
|
now
|
that
|
I
|
know,
|
I
|
wish
|
you'd
|
left
|
me
|
wondering
|
God
|
rest
|
my
|
soul
|
I
|
miss
|
who
|
I
|
used
|
to
|
be
|
The
|
tomb
|
won't
|
close
|
Stained
|
glass
|
windows
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
|
I
|
can't
|
let
|
this
|
go
|
I
|
fight
|
with
|
you
|
in
|
my
|
sleep
|
The
|
wound
|
won't
|
close
|
I
|
keep
|
on
|
waiting
|
for
|
a
|
sign
|
|
Answer
|
I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
|
Oh,
|
God
|
rest
|
my
|
soul
|
I
|
miss
|
who
|
I
|
used
|
to
|
be
|
The
|
tomb
|
won't
|
close
|
Stained
|
glass
|
windows
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
|
I
|
can't
|
let
|
this
|
go
|
I
|
fight
|
with
|
you
|
in
|
my
|
sleep
|
The
|
wound
|
won't
|
close
|
I
|
keep
|
on
|
waiting
|
for
|
a
|
sign
|
I
|
regret
|
you
|
all
|
the
|
time
|
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Bit more time would be good.
I've added a couple minutes, hope it's better like this:)