Your intentions, they don’t feel quite right,
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So you shut your eyes,
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And try again.
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Sweet redemption, is just out of sight,
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Swear that you don’t mind,
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You swear to lies again.
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And all you, hold on to,
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Is breaking in your hands….
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You watch the moon receding,
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You swear you don’t believe in nothing,
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It’s all you ever had.
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You scream, and no one listens,
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You live on cold regret and all you ever want is to feel free.
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At least that’s how it seems…
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You used to wonder what you had to give,
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Forgetting how to live,
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It broke your heart my friend.
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All your confessions, they don’t amount to much,
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A sweet resounding love,
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The kind you never had…
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You want to, hold on to,
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Things you understand
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You watch the moon receding,
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You swear you don’t believe in nothing,
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It’s all you ever had.
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You scream, and no one listens,
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You live on cold regret and all you ever want is to feel free.
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At least that’s how it seems…
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Sweet Redemption
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| Ron Pope |
