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Did you know you were a saint?
What a shameful fall from grace.
But I'll catch you, I'll catch you.
Everybody's waiting for that something they can hold onto,
While tripping over our own words to self-dug graves
for an excuse to fall.
Because every failure's just as sweet as the last.
What a shameful fall from grace.
But I'll catch you, I'll catch you.
Everybody's waiting for that something they can hold onto,
While tripping over our own words to self-dug graves
for an excuse to fall.
Because every failure's just as sweet as the last.