| I’ve seen God in the sun
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| I’ve seen God in the street
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| God before bed and the promise of sleep
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| God in my dreams and the free ride of grace
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| But it all disappears
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| And then I wake up
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| Was it too late?
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| Was it just your fate?
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| There’s a demon that waits at the garden gate
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| If you get past him maybe Lawrence and Phil
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| Will be waiting to take you to the ghost of rockschool
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| Everything hums
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| As the blue heart turns
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| And the blue girls dawn us when the sun goes down
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| A story tonight is from your solitude heights
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| I got a window on your constellation
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| Master I love from the ground above
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| There’s the stars below as my memory flows
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| Every picture frame is beating louder than time
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| Every clock in the hall is bending slowly
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| She’s in her tower
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| And she’s beautiful, sure
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| The quicker you learn she has no soul to discern
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| At least no business of yours
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| You bear the vacuum of scars
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| She was put there to tempt you
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| Like the perfume of flowers
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| I’ve seen God in the sun
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| I’ve seen God in the street
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| God before bed and the promise of sleep
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| God in my dreams and the free ride of grace
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| I’ve seen God shining up from her reflection
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| I’ve seen God in the sun
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| I’ve seen God in the street
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| God before bed and the promise of sleep
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| God in the puddles and the (?)
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| I’ve seen God shining up from her reflection |