Stone cold you left me for dead
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And now your hands must be bloody red
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You can't wash it away, the stains that you've made
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Will haunt you till your dying day
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You've shattered that mirror to pieces
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And now you say you gave your life to jesus
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So he can wash them away, the stains you have made
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And you'll be saved on your dying day
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But be mindful when you are speaking my name my name
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And be careful when you re walking on my grave
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Will there be no revenge for my death
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Am I swimming around in your head
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You can't pray it away, this mess you have made
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Will haunt you till your dying day
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[Chorus]
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When You're Waking On My Grave
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Mindy Smith |