| Imagine my hands are clean
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| I am revitalized by things unseen
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| I begin a dialogue with the road
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| Toothless, hopeful, about to explode
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| How could I have ever been so lucky
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| To wake up looking in her face
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| And see the flowers she put â??round the room
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| Brightening an otherwise crumbling place
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| She told me that Jesus loves me
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| But I never knew who Jesus was
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| Some kid somewhere fucked up
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| Well isn’t this what a savior does?
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| Don’t cry
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| Don’t feel
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| Don’t die
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| Because death is not real
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| It’s good
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| It’s yours
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| And it should come when things have run their course
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| I wanted her melted up inside me
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| All the tears and the smiles shed for me
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| She’d disappear to the world around me
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| Everything to be a powerful memory
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| (so I could carry all that we’d been with me)
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| So I brought her to the swamp she loved so well
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| Where I gently placed her in it
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| I brought her soul to ease with kisses
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| And I said to her as I’s about to begin it
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| Don’t cry
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| Don’t feel
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| You won’t die
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| Because I don’t think death’s real
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| It’s good
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| It’s mine
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| And it should be
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| At your heels all of the time
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| And she said:
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| â??and where’s the sky for me now? |
| its good that she sings
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| And who will take it down? |
| the freedom it brings
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| And drape it all around me her voice is my very
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| Head
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| Every cloud and Cosmo for a gown?â??
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| I’m a good kid
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| Old style
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| A happy child
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| And I’m never going to have to do that again
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| But if I want to, I can
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| Don’t cry
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| Don’t feel
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| Don’t die
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| Because death is not real
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| It’s good
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| It’s ours
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| Like the sun
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| Like the worms
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| Like the wind
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| Like the flowers |