it was the fear of God that led me to you
and it's the fear of you that takes getting used to
I've never been one to hang my heart on a thread
but you spun me around and you loved me instead
I know I could turn to something other than you
'cause I don't understand you and why you're after me
I've never been the saint you wanted me to turn to
and I can't see the view from the eyes you look at me through
oh, no
but I'm alright; i'm alright
I'm alright; I'm alright
I'm alright; I'm alright
I'm alright
so cut below the surface and try hard not to notice
that I could be so foolish thinkin' I'm alright
I've got no one to hold me; I've got no one to carry
everything inside of me that I won't let you see
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