I sleep alone and lie awake at night
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Ponder my wrongs, wonder what was right
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Was given the word, the one I lived by
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Was handed a sum without face, by my hand he would die
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Need not act, never cared for forgivness
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Ask only one, where to look in his eyes
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Was given word to dish out somewhere
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And hide the fact he would die with my guise
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When I was done
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Return for one more
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To my neighbor
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Kill his brother without a sense of remorse
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So don't propose
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This is your calling
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Even Christ could not keep you alive
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Then I return, back to my home
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For them I do this
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While they look at me as a noble
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Was not an act, to me it was business
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I never asked if it was even the score
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The dual life, I kept all in me
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Through the door, I would put it behind
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Poor little eyes
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I beg they won't see
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A man's final breath
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Or hear the cries as he begs for mercy
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I won't propose
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This is my calling
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Even Christ could not keep me alive
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The Proposition
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| Brand New Sin |
