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Kilgore

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    Everyone's footsteps pound like hammers
    to my brain
    And all the lives I've broke
    And all that remains
    Everything, everyone around me reminds me
    Of my sins
    If I was Mr. Turtle Man
    I'd pull my head back in
    I'm not your Jesus
    I'm not your
    Here in my shell, alone I dwell
    My so called friends come with pitchforks
    And drag me off to hell
    'Cuz I made too many promises
    That I can't alter
    I may look like your Jesus
    But I can't walk on water
    I'm not your Jesus
    I'm not your
    False, indifference
    Not really here right
    Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns
    Could've been the leader of the master race
    Or a Greek poet before I was born
    My soul is not my own
    It's shared with a thousand fading dreams
    Exposed to the naked eye is why
    I'm always picked last on the team
    I'm not your Jesus
    I'm not your

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