Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
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We're in the palm of a hand making a fist
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It'd be best for one of us to speak up
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But we prefer to pretend it does not exist
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And you can't see past the blood on my hands
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To see that you've been aptly damned
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To fail and fail again
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Cause we're all guilty of the same things
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We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
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And I know that I have been forgiven
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And I just hope you can forgive me too
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So don't you dare blame me for
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Prying open the door
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That's unleashed the bitterness
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That's here in the midst of this
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Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves
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And what we've been striving for
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Has turned into nothing more
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Than bodies limp on the floor
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Victims of falling short
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We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love
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Forgiven
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| Relient K |
