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Some pray that, one day, Christ will come a-callin'
Some pray that, one day, Christ will come a-callin'
But I know there's so much more to find just in looking through myself, and not at them
She said, 'Love may make you blind, kid, but I wouldn't mind at all'
See, we still keep talkin' after you're gone, you're still with me then, feels so good in my arms
Only hymns upon your lips, a mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore
Just too unreal, all this, watching the words fall from my lips
You say all you want is just a kiss goodnight, then you hold me and you whisper, 'Child, the Lord won’t mind'
You wanna laugh, it’s too absurd, you start to ask, can’t hear a word
There's no one to see who can see to my soul
There is love in heaven, all will be forgiven
Window by window, you try and look into this brave new you that you are
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly, just wingin' over things and nothing deep inside
All the fears that ever flickered through his mind, all the sadness that he'd come to own
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Oh, you’re gonna be wounded, oh, you're gonna be my wound
Harvest moon over the blue land, summer longing on the wind
Still your heart says the shadows bring the starlight, and everything you've ever been is still there in the dark night
The clouds begins to thunder, crickets wander, murmuring
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