i’m robbing peter, i’m paying paul
i’m changing my name back
you ravished me with yone look of your eyes
you, you
i repent, i repent of my pursuit of america's dream
i
what looks like failure is success
and what looks like poverty
i've got faith in the bank and money in my
i’m living in a car graveyard
my heart is up on
don't lie to me
tell me something true
'cause i'm only free
when
she’s not real, she’s the spokes on a wheel
but the
i know i always let everybody down
i know i've got
they'll know us by the t-shirts that we wear
they'll know
in union with the Lamb
from condemnation free
the saints from everlasting
as you came to us so we come to you
fragile