He walked away...
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Turned around to watch friends fade.
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Chased by enemies, he made,
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Like sin and lust,
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Collecting dust on his faith.
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Sure they showed him the good times,
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But they all ended in bad times
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In bad times.
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But I dont need them anymore,
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It's not to even out the score.
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I walked away...
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Turned around to watch friends fade.
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Chased by enemies, I made,
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Like sin and lust,
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Collecting dust on my faith.
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Sure they showed me the good times,
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But they all ended in bad times
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In bad times.
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And I don't need them anymore,
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It's time to even out the score.
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And now my feet are planted firm on staying pure,
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I'm new.
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My past has no place here,
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Though I may slip,
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Who knows?
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I might not, I just might not.
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Yeah they showed me the good times,
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But they all ended in bad times.
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In bad times.
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The Bad Times
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| Dogwood |
