The Damage Done
He came a knockin’
at your cellar door.
He knew you’d open
as you’ve done before.
Oh, oh, the damage done.
You hit the site
and fulfilled his plan.
He watched the scenery
take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I wrote this song
because I love the man;
though I know that
he don’t understand;
spilt-blood
to prove what, loves about.
I suffered much
for the damage done.
My heart went out for everyone
in hopes that they
could know the Son.
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