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Damaged Good

Damaged Goods

I have damage and I’m bruised and battered

Look to Jesus to deliver me

But he is busy saving the living

I’m damaged but I shine up real good

Don’t lift up the hood and see the real me

Keep the lid on my insanity so it won’t come out

When you see me you are challenged

What’s before your eyes or what’s not seen

If you didn’t know it you’d say he’s respectable

If you caught him on another day you’d say he’s reprehensible
Written by oldmanG
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