| Five minutes before it’s over
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| I sit and wait for things to calm down
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| Is it blood or wine on her shoulder?
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| Oh, just another night in a broken house
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| Oh, how I used to pray I was older
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| So at least I had a chance to save
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| What went down from five to four
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| I wish I stood before that door
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| But instead I chose to hide away
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| I searched for years to find
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| Some kind of peace of mind
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| But now I’ve done my time
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| What does it take for you to understand
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| That all of your problems made me who I am
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| These scars are still bleeding now, but I’m not mad
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| With the healing of time a child becomes a man, oh
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| I was born into thinking you were perfect
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| And that every word you spoke was truth
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| But now I realize your mistakes
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| And it will never be the same
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| But no pressure if you don’t came through
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| I searched for years to find
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| Some kind of peace of mind
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| But now I’ve done my time
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| What does it take for you to understand
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| That all of your problems made me who I am
|
| These scars are still bleeding now, but I’m not mad
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| With the healing of time a child becomes a man
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| What does it take for you to understand
|
| That all of your problems made me who I am
|
| These scars are still bleeding now, but I’m not mad
|
| With the healing of time a child becomes a man, oh
|
| I searched for years to find
|
| Some kind of peace of mind
|
| But now I’ve done my time
|
| What does it take for you to understand
|
| That all of your problems made me who I am
|
| These scars are still bleeding now, but I’m not mad
|
| With the healing of time a child becomes a man
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| Oh, what does it take for you to understand
|
| That all of your problems made me who I am
|
| These scars are still bleeding now, but I’m not mad
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| With the healing of time a child becomes a man |