I was way off track from start
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I judged everything by my damned heart
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I walked unprotected 'gainst the blows
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How was I suppose to really know
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When you think you know what's the right thing to do
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And you find you just don't have a clue
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And when things turn out to be not what they seemed
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You are caught walking barefoot on glass
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With your head firmly stuck up your ass
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I was coming down in pieces you bet I was coming down
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What goes up believe me surely must hit hard the ground
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I was coming down in pieces yet I was sound enough to say
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I'm the only one to blame, yeah, so get out of my damn f*ckin' way
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I scratched my walls 'till my fingers bled
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I tried to get it all out of my f*ckin' head
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I was really deep down for quite some time
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It took quite a while to leave it all behind
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When it hits ya' and you don't think that you'll make it through
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And the times when a hell will stick to ya' like glue
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And it seems very effort is destined to fail
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You'll be surprised how you sh*t you can take
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Before you give it in and you start to break
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I was coming down in pieces...
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When you think you know...
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Now I know should I go there again
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To hit the bottom don't need to mean the end
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I was coming down in pieces...
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Coming Down In Pieces
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Quorthon |