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Tell me, all your thinking...knowing I see the mask and all the wounds.
Help me, to see clearly. There's nothing on your mind that I can't grasp.
All my life is old...I'm getting through.
I tried to explain, dear...the fallacy of this life may be your fears.
Truth is, I'll hold your sin...knowing that it's the way that you'll see love.
All my life is old...I'm getting through.
I knew you when you cried a memory of the life that you believed.
Daughter, there's so much that I wish I coulda said...another time.
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