| Lord, I’m discouraged
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| The circles have sucked in her eyes
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| Lord, I’m discouraged
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| Her new friends have shadowed her life
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| Lord, I’m discouraged
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| She ain’t come out dancing for some time
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| And I try to light candles
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| But they burn down to nothing
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| She keeps coming up with
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| There’s a house on the south side
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| She stays in for days at a time
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| I know I’m no angel, I ain’t been bad that way
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| Can’t you hear her?
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| She’s that sweet missing songbird
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| When the choir sings on Sundays
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| And I’m almost busted
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| But I bought back the jewelry she sold
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| And I come to your altar
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| And then there’s just nothing, and she keeps insisting
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| The sutures and bruises are none of my business
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| She says that she’s sick but she won’t get specific
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| The sutures and bruises are none of my business
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| This guy from the north side comes down to visit
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| His visits, they only take five or six minutes
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| Lord, I’m sorry to question your wisdom
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| But my faith has been wavering
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| Won’t you show me a sign
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| Let me know that you’re listening?
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
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| I know it’s unlikely she’ll ever be mine
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| So I mostly just pray she don’t die |