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Maybe I hurt you, baby, when I put you in front of the sun Don’t need a tragedy, don’t need a twist of fate to make an impactful denouement Maybe we’re scorned, hey baby, got a little too close to the sun No ounce of sympathy will ever pull you out of this broke direction Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand And yeah, you do what you can but you’re just a man So grounded, honey, how you made me feel just like dirt Tryna escape it l, well, she wanna hurt herself, well, I triеd for what it’s worth Maybe we’re brokеn baby doesn’t mean I was wrong at first Said he’s abused enough, then started using, oh, now he’s a nasty piece of work Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand And yeah, you do what you can but you’re still a man You’re just a boy You know God wouldn’t fuck around Yeah, it made you so bitter This mental armour Might as well be litter Yeah, the way it’ll harm you Might just make you spit it spit it spit it spit it out Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand And yeah, you do what you can but you’re still a man You’re just a boy You know God wouldn’t fuck around