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Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were. I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't. (it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't) Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else Teach me shoulder-less love Find me hope in the darkest hotels Kill my distaste for SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE! I won't come back home You don't need this throne Fill my heart, I'm forlorn Keep me out of this haze Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style I'm alone in the next room WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM (the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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