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You're the kind of thing
that makes me wish i was dead
you get inside and dig
till everything's before the daylight
How do you get this control
I give it to you, without knowing
I give it to you, and you win
Pulled one over on me
I cant put you down
Then I hit the wall

I break away diving headlong
Then I hit the wall
Then I hit the wall

I started to think
Im always the one who begs
the minute I drink
of your salvation, I'm drenched
Its as if you own my soul
I give it to you, without knowing
I give it to you, and you win
Pulled one over on me
I'm weak and bare now

Then I hit the wall

am I afraid to face
the enemy I'm aware of
or live with the demons
who I don't recognize
We all have our trials
please God don't let me become
another rule
I wanna be the exception

Then I hit the wall



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