I want to find the water
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that will wash this whole damned slate clean
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break down
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break up
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we sleep in what we create
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right now I'm living so much hate
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right here my sin's have all been paid
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to you
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your friends
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and for your sake
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I feel dirty and so depraved
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my knees have bled to hold you here
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but now I've lost the taste
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for lies force fed as time well spent
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and if another angel says just grin and bear it
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I might be forced to smash his head against the wall
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and never sin again
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against myself or trust in anyone
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write me off for suffering
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it's a joke
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I give up
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Still Waiting For The Punchline
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| Boy Sets Fire |
