And I don't know what to do
And I am the only son of a pastor I know
Who does the things I do
But if it was you
Then it'd be a different story
And If I were you
I was amazed at the color and shapes you do
It's a paper cut for two
I am the only son of a bastard I know
That knows the bastard too
Because it was you
I called it a different story
But if it was you I don't think that it would matter
But if I were you
Well, I bet you did what you did
When you did it to do it
By the time you were done with it
I bet you did what you did
When you did
Just to tell every friend that you have
That the Lord did it
And I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter
She finally knew that she simply couldn't matter
And I guess it's true you never knew
The passive power of the truth
So cut me loose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off someday
But there's no use
Cause there's no use
You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter
I guess it's true you never knew
The passive power of the truth
So cut me loose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off this way
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