They found my body near the river
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Now all the people in our town, they think it was your father
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I didn't get your consent, but that's how I make my rent
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The void; it's hard to make a friend
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When it's too hard to put down the lense
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And so, I float
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Drifted 'bout 50 miles past Jamestown
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I was recovered in the more where I floated onto shore
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While the James was good for me,
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And the barbed wire, that's another story
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It's hard to rest in peace
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When you can't get no sympathy
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And so...
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I can't seem to keep my mind off that inght
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The way that you left with all your friends
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Beneath the bar lights.
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I couldn't help but hate you
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So I followed you, I followed you home
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And oh, take off your clothes, stand by the window
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So I can see the scar that sits below your naval
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And oh, with the Rosary, I wish that was me
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How I wish I could rest upon your chest forever
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I float, I float, I float.
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I wish that I believed in heaven
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I can't thank Sunday School for that.
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Send me a seven digit pin code
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Let me repent, let me believe.
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We learn what we can comprehend
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The folding of our hands, the bending of our knees
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And the Hial Mary's along the bedside
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My innocence must have caught his eye
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Enough to ruin the last 16 years of my life
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It's so hard to repent
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When you've been giving no such reason to believe
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I took off my clothes, stood by the window
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Well don't you see the same scar sits below my naval?
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And oh, but it's there for life,
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Better yet, the lack thereof
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How I wish I could come back as a piece of jewelry.
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And oh, I float
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I float, I float.
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