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I found my roots in a hungry soul
And I’ve seen troubles that no one should know
And I’ve got scars and marks I can show to remind me
And I’m not calling this a rivalry
And I’m not out for blood, you see
I still have my own team of things that plague me
And then they say, «Off with his head»
He won’t need it between a rock and a hard place
It’s been so long since we’ve said I’m sorry…
I know we said a heap of things
All through flapping yellow teeth
But hear me when I say, «I’m sorry…»
We must pay for our own blunders
We must pay for our delights
No one else can make all our wrongs, right
