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Maybe I hurt you baby When I put you infront of the sun Don't need a tragedy Don't need a twist of fate To make an impact 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 out of 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, well She wanna hurt herself Well, I tried for what it's worth Maybe I'm broken, 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 out of 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 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 Yeah, yeah Because you do what you can You can't make God out of 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 Yeah You're just a boy You know God wouldn't Fuck around Da da Daaa da-da, da, da-da, da-da Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da Da da Daaa da-da, da, da-da, da-da Baaaaa