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• We're Forgiven • | by The Calling
Well, I would like to think
The world hasn't seen
That all the best is still to come,
And I know life ain't easy.

I pass them sleeping on the streets
Their bloodstained hands and dirty feet
And I can't ignore them
Any more then I already have

[Chorus:]
So we laugh, and we smile
and we play our games of sweet denial
But don't tell me we're forgiven
If we hold, all our breath
If we kneel right down and just repent
You can't tell me we're forgiven

Start with me
I cannot lie
When my heart doesn't follow my eyes
Turn away from all the suffering
That surrounds
Our time on this earth
For some their life has been a curse
I say I'm sorry and I should change
You know it just could be me someday

[Chorus]

There's no way out of here
I don't want to die, and leave it all behind
Each day part of me disappears
But who am I to judge, what's been sent from above

[Chorus]

We can't laugh
We can't smile
When so much just ain't right
It can't go on forever...
If we hold, our breath
If we kneel down and repent
You can't tell me we're forgiven, no,
You can't tell me we're forgiven

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