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There's man who keeps his hopes held high up in a paper cup He's got that ripped down at the bottom, Spills down on the floor bad luck So, It's that which makes you desperate That which drives you to your knees Makes you steal from your own brother and run endlessly It's time to forgive these sins And a woman is not wicked if she starts wishing for herself When her husband's out around the town, courting someone else There's a man who comes to visit her each August afternoon It will last her through the winter when she's hurt and confused It's time to forgive these sins Four true friends are speeding parked there in a parking lot Sometimes in suburbia it seems like drugs are all you got Letras de cancionesThe ambulance was screaming, you were shaking just like death Now a whole town is shattered, there's only three true friends left It's time to forgive these sins From Letras Mania