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An Apology

Sixpence None The Richer

The Fatherless and the Widow (1994) humbertoRdz13 14 Sixpence None the Richer An Apology

Questions flew
And words were hurled into the air
And when the smoke had cleared
I saw you lying there
I used my words like bullets in a gun
To pick your ego off like skeet flung
In the gallery of fools

Too many words come from my mouth
I wish would remain unsaid
Oh I've had to eat them all and now I must confess

It was a silly thing to say to you
It was a silly thing to say to you, I know

We know

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