oh, some things are better left unsaid
you’ll find a nice place to hide them
but days like this
there is just too much going onso I’m picking up the pieces of my past
but I can’t find no peace at all
so in other words
I am so ready to be foundso I’ll try and I might
stand up and fight
to leave this place someday[...]
paradise grown cold
one hand on my door
way too high hopes
I can’t tell right from wrong
show me how it’s done
Lord I need to be saved[...]
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