choking the past
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and all of the greed
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subjecting myself
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to all the wrong things
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staying out late
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with all of the team
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committing the crimes that you would not dream
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depraving myself
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of what was in sight
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and running around
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like the world is mine
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these idle hands
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that i must destroy
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never again
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i won't be his ploy
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and though the world has
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all of these vices
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it just isn't replacing my trust
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everybody has their own convictions
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i am annoyed at the way that you judge
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He was there when you were devoted
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He was there when you almost fell off
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and even when we knew we made the wrong choices
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He was there with a forgiving heart
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and perfect love
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Nino Brown
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| Bloody Sunday |
