I am easily forgiven somehow
Being let off for living
A lie, a lie
And it works I'm sorry
You can't touch me
I'm untouchable
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
There's a place in the system for you
Isolated from spreading
Your influence
If it hurts I'm sorry
I have trouble
Knowing when to stop
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
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I am easily forgiven somehow
Being let off for living
A lie, a lie
And it works I'm sorry
You can't touch me
I'm untouchable
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
There's a place in the system for you
Isolated from spreading
Your influence
If it hurts I'm sorry
I have trouble
Knowing when to stop
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
Being let off for living
A lie, a lie
And it works I'm sorry
You can't touch me
I'm untouchable
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
There's a place in the system for you
Isolated from spreading
Your influence
If it hurts I'm sorry
I have trouble
Knowing when to stop
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
You could sit madly
Over the blood drawn
How am I guilty
When you drew the short straw
Things will end badly
If you don't call home
Been left with a choice and
I can't tell right from wrong
Writer: Pascal Orzabal
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