What a fall from Grace, what a cruel deceit,
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What a lack of love behind the sociopathy.
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Used me for your secrets, used me for some dimes,
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Breaking blood upon this single mother's whipping hide,
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And this bitter wisdom makes me quiet and still.
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Peace and happiness, in our hearth and home,
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Just optimistic wishes from my blind and trusting hope.
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If only I had listened to that inner voice,
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I never would have carried out that people-pleasing choice.
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And this bitter wisdom makes me scared to trust again.
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I found out the hard way, I tasted the apple.
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Found out the hard way, abandoned the garden of innocence.
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Yes I walked the aisle to make a man of you,
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But those very papers brought me unexpected truth.
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Crawling back to zero, these lessons in my life,
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Bring me closer to the tender mortal life am I,
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And this sober wisdom brings silver linings to light.
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I found out the hard way, I tasted the apple,
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Found out the hard way, I played in the lightning,
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Found out the hard way by pushing the boundaries,
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Found out the hard way, abandoned the garden of innocence.
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Found out the hard way, discovered a backbone,
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Found out the hard way, I learned to love myself,
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Found out the hard way, the payment for freedom,
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Found out the hard way, abandoned the garden of innocence.
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The Hard Way
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| Paula Cole |
