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May 2020
What Does it even mean
I've never been perfect
But I've been true
Given what I could
Yes put you in front of me
Even when I knew the cost
I've ripped my soul
I suffered and took your stoning
Paid the price of your sins
Though I had my own atonement
Hurt, pain and lots of rain
They've hide all the sun
It's what I thought love was
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