I think it’s time
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That I forgive you
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Oh, I’ve kept this inside
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Long enough
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Remember the 5th grade
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And all the jokes you made
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At my expense
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Oh I wanted to trip you in the hall
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And watch your books fall ever since
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And I can’t remember your last name
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But your first was Stephen
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If you ever hear this song
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Do you think we could call it even?
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[CHORUS]:
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Cause Love doesn’t keep a record of wrongs
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It lets go, it moves on
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Oh cause time goes by so fast
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To keep painting pictures of the past
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I’ve got one of those brains
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That can’t remember where I set my keys
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Oh but I could recite every hurtful word ever spoken to me
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I say I forgive and I try to forget
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But it’s like getting caught in a rainstorm
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And trying not to get wet
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Oh and I’ve weathered my share of wrongs
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By God’s grace I am slowly drying off
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Yeah yeah yeah
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[BRIDGE]:
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And I’ve carefully compiled
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A list of names and faces
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And I canpoint out the scars that each one gave me, yeah
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And I’ve plotted my revenge fueled by these mental images
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But today I’m throwing all my pictures away
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Yeah yeah
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[CHORUS]:
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Love doesn’t keep a record of wrongs
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It lets go, it moves on
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Oh cause time goes by way too fast
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To keep painting pictures of the past
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Stop painting pictures of the past
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Stop painting pictures
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Stop painting pictures…of the past
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Pictures Of The Past
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| Warren Barfield |
