I made my slow way home
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Limping on broken bones
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Out of the thickest pine
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Across the county lines
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On to your wooden stairs
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I know you can repair
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I know you've seen the light
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I know you'll get me right
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Right
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Right
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Right
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I own a sinners heart
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I know the rain falls hard
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I know the currency
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I know the things you'll need
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I hope he hears my prayers
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I see you cut your hair
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I know the saving type
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I know you'll get me right
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Right
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Right
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Right
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But, Jesus I've fallen
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I don't mind the rain if
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I meet my maker
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I'll meet my maker clean
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But, Jesus the truth is
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I've struggled so hard to believe
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I'll meet my maker
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I'll need my maker
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To cure of my doubting blood
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And drain me of the sins I love
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And take from me my disbelief
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I know it should come easily
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But it remains inside of me
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It battles and devours me
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It cuddles up the side of me
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And whispers it convinces me I'm
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Right
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Right
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Right
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Right
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Right
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Get Me Right
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Dashboard Confessional |