In my weakness I grew strong.

 
It's not what I do that makes me
In my weakness I grew strong
Held my tongue
And I've learned from errors made early
A brush with the devil can clear your mind
And strengthen your spine

But fingers tap into what you were once
And I'm worried that I blew my only chance.

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