Picture an ending before it's begun
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The art of forgiveness is not what we're taught
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Reek of the havoc already made
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The cradle was damaged, dug by the grave
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Where you lie in the sin, for mortal's the soul
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Forgive me this father before I go cold
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From burden of grief and all I regret
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Spare me the conscience before I forget
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For once in this life
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I better do something right
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But I'm caught in a world that won't stop burnin'
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That won't stop burnin'
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Jump through the arms with a mindless desire
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Hand in your pocket, burnt by the fire
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Cold as the stone you threw at the wall
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Blood never boils till the pressure is high
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With despise of the fear that festers the growth
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The truth always beckons
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Don't lose what you stole
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For once in this life
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I better do something right
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Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
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I'll challenge the flames
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Till this man with no country remains
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Still caught in a world that won't stop burnin'
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Right or wrong, this is where I belong
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I've always belonged
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If the truth be known, there's no place left to go
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No place I can go
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But there is a light
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There's still a spark
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There is no place in this room for the dark
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So scatter the bones that's left of the old
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For dust only settles when bored
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Settles when bored
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For once in this life
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I better do something right
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Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
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I'll challenge the flames
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Till this man with no country remains
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Still caught in a world that won't stop burnin'
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Won't stop burnin'
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Won't stop burnin'
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Man With No Country
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Flogging Molly |