I was away for a while
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But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me
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Though I don't deserve it
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I'll cherish it well if you give me one of your new starts
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Just one more last chance
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I swear that I'll earn it
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If you front me for now
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I'm good for it I swear
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I'm better now I swear
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In earlier days, they'd persecute people
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They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs
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For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you
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And still you allow me to walk free of pain
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Though I punish myself
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I will never settle
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The debts I've incured for scorning the face
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Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace
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And though I once mocked you
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I'm dying to pay for it now
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I'm dying to pay for it now
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So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down
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And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound
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To the end of an anchor thrown into the sound
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And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get
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I wasn't well for a while
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I savored the things that I knew were sure to destroy me
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And that seemed to hold me
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That seemed to carry me where I couldn't go
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On the strength of my own
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Well, I should've known
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That gets me nowhere
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I've learned that now I swear
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In earlier days, they'd persecute people
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They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs
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For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you
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And still you allow me to walk free of pain
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Though I punish myself
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I will never settle
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The debts I've incured for scorning the face
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Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace
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And though I once mocked you
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I'm dying to pay for it now
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I'm dying to pay for it now, now, now
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So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down
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And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound
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To then end of an anchor thrown into the sound
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And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get
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Well, I wasn't sure that I could
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Well, I wasn't sure that I could
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Well, I wasn't sure that I could
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But, I can
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The End Of An Anchor
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| Botch |
