It’s too late
Baby, it’s too late
I’m going and I won’t come back
I try to think of times
When I bowed down to you
And when I think of them I lose track
It’s always been
Hard for you to ignore
Those vices that you adore
But it seems easy
That your dreams will deceive
Leaving you face down on the floor
And I never run away
Never look back
Only ahead is where I go
You know
Where do you go
It’s too late
Baby, it’s too late
You’re being hunted by the pack
When you’ve been shouldering
The weight of the world
You’re feeling them on your track
Do you recall
The start of the fall
Do you remember a thing at all
And though I was cross
I never wanted a loss
Never worth winning the brawl
And I never run away
Never look back
Only ahead is where I go
The deacon
Your mouth you despise
Never want it
Swallowing pride while spitting out your lies
You know
Where do you go
I’ll never know
But take it slow
Feeling limbo
Make me feel low
It’s what you said
Went to my head
Feeling brain dead
We’re near the edge
What did you pledge
I’ll never know
So take it slow
Feeling limbo
Make me feel low
It’s what you said
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