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I was born, I was born, I was born at the hands of the potter
and I was torn from the start
I was torn between my god and my Father

I was born at the dawn of our folly
and I was young, and stubborn to the bone
as I took from the tree that was rotting

I took my chance and bit down deep
the weight of the world was crippling
now I'll hide my shame with woven leaves
I was wrong
and I'm so, so sorry!

I knew you'd never forgive me
but I was wrong
and I'm so, so sorry...

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