| (I've got my father’s teeth
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| And my mother’s bite marks.
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| We are all victims of consequence.
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| And we can built it or tear it down
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| With the same two hands!)
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| (We all fail,
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| But we are not all failures.
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| Preaching to never fail,
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| We don’t have to live like this!)
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| You live your life in shame,
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| (Chasing what was too far away!)
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| It’s not a contest
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| And love can’t be won.
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| You’ll speak and you’ll speak,
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| But not around to me.
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| Broken homes lead the way
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| For twisted tongues.
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| (Broken homes
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| Lead way for twisted tongues,
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| We will not be forgotten.
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| This will be the reason I refuse
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| To find to a way break this empathy.
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| We want too easy!)
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| (I found a foothole in the faultline.
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| There was only a voice,
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| There was only Him.
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| And this is what it said:)
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| I still love you somehow,
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| And I still love you somehow.
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| You live your life in shame,
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| (Chasing what was too far away!)
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| It’s not a contest
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| And love can’t be won.
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| You’ll speak and you’ll speak,
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| But not around to me.
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| Broken homes lead the way
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| For twisted times.
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| (I still love you, I still love you somehow!)
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| (I still love you somehow.
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| I still love you somehow
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| And I always will!)
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| (You've got a tape worm
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| Growing within your soul.
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| You’re gonna have to dig it out alive.
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| Dig it out. |
| Dig it out, dig it out!)
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| I still love you somehow,
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| And I still love you somehow. |