I made my confession
Crimes I committed
In the holy nights
And the untamed days
A symphony of sins
Running against the wind
I traveled to the Wailing Wall
And wrote down my deeds
My head against the Wall
Release me of my faults
I prayed
But the melody was off
And redemption is not granted
For the wicked, wicked ways
I lived my life
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