Notes
We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers
Blood was our inheritance
No, we did not ask for this
They saw trouble in my eyes
They were quick to recognize the devil in me
From the neighboring town there's a boy that comes to sing upon our street
I watch him, thinking he'd be richer if he just became a thief
I've been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen
And now I am sure my heart can never be still
Your values are all shot
And oh, my heart was flawed I knew my weakness
So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness
Can't you see I'm sorry
I will make it worth your while
Made a dead man's money
You can see it in my smile
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