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I came home to find you on drugs
I was on the verge of every song I'd ever sung
you said oh my gosh
it's like I can't escape
I am a child of fate
and then you threw a plate at me
you were so wasted
All my life
I've been a child of stress
you were the worst at best
and if I may confess the worst ain't over
yet if you call
I won't stumble
I've been humbled
like your bottles, empty in the morning
Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands
I don't think you understand, get here as quickly as you can
I've learned to hate
oh, I have grown to love
I have learned to be
what I hoped I would become
and tell me what of you
what did you do
what did you say
what did you leave behind
who did you save
You came home, I was on the rug
you were on the verge of every hole you'd ever dug
you said Oh my God
I cannot catch a break
but I am a child of faith
so when you turned away, I just lay in silence
Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands
I don't think you understand
you better do the best you can
you'll grow to hate
oh, you will learn to love
you will learn to be what you hoped you would become
and tell me what of me
what did i do
what did i say
what did i leave behind
who did i change
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who did i change
what did i leave behind
what did i say
what did i do
and tell me what of me
you will learn to be what you hoped you would become
oh, you will learn to love
you'll grow to hate
you better do the best you can
I don't think you understand
Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands
so when you turned away, I just lay in silence
but I am a child of faith
I cannot catch a break
you said Oh my God
you were on the verge of every hole you'd ever dug
You came home, I was on the rug
who did you save
what did you leave behind
what did you say
what did you do
and tell me what of you
what I hoped I would become
I have learned to be
oh, I have grown to love
I've learned to hate
I don't think you understand, get here as quickly as you can
Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands
like your bottles, empty in the morning
I've been humbled
I won't stumble
yet if you call
and if I may confess the worst ain't over
you were the worst at best
I've been a child of stress
All my life
you were so wasted
and then you threw a plate at me
I am a child of fate
it's like I can't escape
you said oh my gosh
I was on the verge of every song I'd ever sung
I came home to find you on drugs
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