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I'm the son of all that's been
Drinking deep of my sin
Of premarital and of lies I've told
And responsibilities I hold

Scattered them all in the breeze
It barely even bothered me
I thought I was king, I knew everything
Thought the world was just a jewel on my ring

But now I see that I was wrong
And I'll confess my sins in song
But like a God that failed you all
You don't believe in me

I went through most my life 
Coasting by on luck
And when my lucky stars blinked out
Man, I'd just get stuck
But every day, I'd pray

To a God 
That I'm not even sure is a thing
But a spiritual energy
Inside every living thing
Praying to myself and you

City of the lost
Crying out for something to live for
Slaving away in this small town

City of the lost
In endless boredom we found sin's the cure
That's what history has shown

So me and her found a place to sit
No one else knew about it
An hour passed and the air was hot
The sounds were sweet and it was just what we sought

We didn't think about what we'd done
We were just looking to have fun
Now I'm laying alone in bed
Worried sick and I'm clutching my head

Can't afford a mistake
It's more than we could take
Hoping for blood
To end our flood
Of sin and tears

Dearly beloved, can you hear me from afar?
All the way in the other town, where distance keeps us barred
I'm sorry I've lied to you but it's something that I'll fix
Even if you never knew, it still makes me sick

I'm kicking my addiction so I can make you smile
Figured I'll toss my sins with it to make it worth my while
Might as well improve myself so if your blood graces our day
We can try again way on down the road some day

Til then, these are my crimes
From now, til the start of my time
I've lied, stole and coveted
The peace of the dead

And it took until today
When the sky was clear and blue
I left the shelter of my home

And maybe I'll find my way
And leave this town with you
But first, I must...
Atone

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