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Jun 2022
No matter what I do
I'm always in the wrong
Your disappointment in me
Made me write this song

I'll tell you it's black
You'll tell me it's white
If it feels wrong to you
To me it feels alright

Patience is a virtue
That you couldn't afford
It's so much easier
If you slam the door

So put me in these chains
Throw away the key
Serving this sentence like the convict
That you see in me
You've got the wrong man
Tell me what is the crime
I've got to get out alive

You close your eyes
And make me out to be a thief
I run around in circles for you
But I still can't get relief

And no matter how hard I try
It's never enough
Is this a losing game
Am I not worthy of your love

Ignorance is bliss
But I'm not a happy man
All these questions through my head
Is this all part of a plan

So put me in these chains
Throw away the key
Serving this sentence like the convict
That you see in me
You've got the wrong man
Tell me what is the crime
I've got to get out alive
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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