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DIRTY SLATE

I guess you can say that I still feel bitter

I’ll extend the olive branch into a wood chipper

You’re fixated on who’s to blame

So anxious to spread the shame

We’re dying in search of a higher ground

Gasping for air as we drown

You just can’t wait to cast the first stone

Teetering on your pedestal, waiting to be dethroned

You’re fixated on who’s to blame

So anxious to spread the shame

We’re dying in search of a higher ground

Gasping for air as we drown

We’ve put those days behind us, but you’re always there to remind us

We’ve made our mistakes, we have a dirty slate

Those who live in glass homes

Should watch their back when they throw stones

Made our mistakes, we have a dirty slate