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I am incomplete damaged and imperfect
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this world is not divided between saints and sinners
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forgive me for being human
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i struggle i suffer i know what it means to survive
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this world is crumbling i'll take my flaws
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with me and beyond you
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beneath it all...
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"family values" with national pride
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will leed to the new cross burnings
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and who will be hanging next from that tree
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who'd have my sisters stay at home
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to feed and mend and tremble?
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their place is not on their backs or on their knees
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we look to anyone to make the trains run on time
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then praise their shovels as we are buried alive
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the days pass by unnoticed as we choose not to see the bars
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imprisoned for life while free to go
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with a key clutched in our desperate hands all along
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beyond those walls i am wounded and scarred
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isolated but aware and alive
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i alone maintain control
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i accept no higher soul
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i am my beginning and my end
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this is a call for redemption
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for those i know to have been led blind
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with the wounds of the forsaken i'm still screaming
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and i might stand alone with no one left to listen
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but the last words of this song have yet to be heard
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Saints And Sinners
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