FORGIVEN 

HOLYOKE WAS NOT THE SAME
THE COLDEST NIGHT I'VE EVER SPENT
THE TIME SHE PUT THE CANDLES IN THE RAIN
THAT WAS JUST A MESSAGE TO
THE LITTLE BOY THAT SHE ONCE KNEW
TO REASSURE IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN

WELL I BEGGED HER NOT TO GO
AND I BEGGED HER TAKE IT SLOW

CAUSE IT'S ALL IN THE WAY
THAT YOU GIVE WHAT YOU TAKE
BUT I WAS LATE IN THE GIVING
IT WAS ALL IN THE WAY
THAT I TOOK WHAT SHE GAVE
NOW I HOPE I'M FORGIVEN

SCOLDED HIGH JUST LIKE A CHILD
WHO'S LITTLE ACTS BECAME TOO WILD
I LOST THE TRACK THAT I WAS RIDING ON
SO SHE LAID IN AS IF I SINNED
AND TOOK ME TO THE MAT AGAIN
GUESS SHE FORGOT THAT I WAS NOT THAT STRONG

WELL I GUESS IT MUST BE FATE
CAUSE I KNOW IT'S NOT TOO LATE

(chorus)

WE, MORTAL AS THEY COME
SOME WILL COME UNDONE
AND SOME WILL SAY THAT IT'S OVER



Words & Music by
 Michael Troy and David Stefanelli
©® 2000
 TroyBoy Music BMI
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