you went out there on your own.
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you went out there to carry the weight.
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and nobody here goes free.
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you went to wear the crown of thorns.
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to throw the first stone at yourself.
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cause nobody here is clean.
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and you gave yourself away.
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every finger is pointing at you.
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everything is accusing you.
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everybody is needing a scapegoat.
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so you got out there.
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you're hit in the face.
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you're spit in the face.
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now where is your god.
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and where is your grace
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Clean
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| This Beautiful Mess |
