Adia, I'm empty since you left me.
Trying to find a way to carry on,
I search myself and everyone
To see where we went wrong.
'Cause there's no one left to finger,
There's no one here to blame,
There's no one left to talk to, honey,
And there ain't no one to buy our innocence.
'Cause we are born innocent.
Believe me, Adia, we are still innocent.
It's easy, we all falter...
Does it matter?
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