| I looked inside the best of me
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| And found a hole today
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| I standing by my painted side
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| Only a fool would slip away
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| She gave me more than any before
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| I tried to give her back
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| But here I stand with a tear in hand
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| The blood runs down my back
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| Will I, will I go, or will I stay
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| Can I, can I come another day
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| I found hard to say my piece
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| The words that slipped away
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| A dream to have you by my side
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| But I’m a fool who walks away
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| You gave me more than any before
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| I promise to give it back
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| So give me your hand and across the land
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| I’ll help you through the cracks
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| Will I, will I go, or will I stay
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| Can I, can I come another day
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| Don’t send me back to the black
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| Cos this time I might never come back
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| Will I, will I go, or will I stay
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| Can I, can I come another day
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| Don’t send me back to the black
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| Cos this time I might never come back
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| Told you about the letter that I buried in a sack
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| Like a bad dream it won’t come back
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| Told you about the letter that I buried in a sack
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| Six feet down it can’t come back
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| Told you about the letter that I buried in a sack
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| Like a bad dream it won’t come back
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| Told you about the letter that I buried in a sack
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| Six feet down it can’t come back
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| Will I, will I go, or will I stay
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| Can I, can I come another day
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| Don’t send me back to the black
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| Cos this time I might never come back
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| Will I, will I go, or will I stay
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| Can I, can I come another day
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| Don’t send me back to the black
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| Cos this time I might never come back |