| It’s three in the morning
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| The barman is leaving
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| Someone I met
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| While drinking this evening
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| I gave him my number
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| In ink on a coaster
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| He was solemn and ugly
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| He’d served as a soldier
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| I asked if he’d seen
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| Anyone close to him die
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| He said his best friend
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| Had been shot in the chest but survived
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| He said that he prayed
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| As he knelt by his side
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| And God must have listened
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| And spared him his life
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| He asked if I prayed
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| And I told him I tried
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| But I got the answer machine
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| Half of me joking, half of me hoping
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| Everything he said was right
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| One way or another, a God or a lover
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| I need someone above me tonight
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| I surrender, oh Lord
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| I surrender, oh Lord
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| In my hand there’s a stone I found in the foam
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| While walking the beaches of Jura alone
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| Where I swear that I saw you down on the shore
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| Eyeing the ocean like a commodore
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| So I ran and I ran and I ran
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| To the spot where you stood
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| And when you weren’t there
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| I felt the despair of knowing I’d lost you for good
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| So I cried and I cried and I fell to the ground
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| At the height of my misery
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| That’s when I found one beautiful stone the sea had laid down
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| The colour of your sky blue eyes
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| So am I just lonely
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| Or was this some holly offer to show me the light?
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| One way or another, a God or a lover
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| I need someone above me tonight
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| I surrender, oh Lord
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| I surrender, oh Lord
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| I was holding the stone
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| While we made love
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| Pressing so tightly
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| That I drew blood
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| And like an offering
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| To the Lord above
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| I let it drip in the bed
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| Into the perfume and sweat
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| I surrender, oh Lord
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| I surrender, oh Lord |