| I got the call at 2 a. |
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| It awoke me from my sleep
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| I didn’t recognize the voice
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| It was nervous and quite deep
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| He said that she was taken fast
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| She probably never knew
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| Maybe he was comforting me
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| Or maybe it was true
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| The last time that I saw her
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| She was walking out the door
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| I didn’t think to hug her
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| It was just a trip to the store
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| Did I say I love you?
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| Did she know it when she died?
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| When she had her last glance at me
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| Did I look her in the eye?
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| Though I don’t see
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| I still believe
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| There’s a purpose
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| You’re the eye of the storm
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| We fall asleep but we believe
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| You will wake us
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| And Your bride will come home
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| I took her to a restaurant
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| She spilled her drink on me
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| In anger I belittled her
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| I never said I was sorry
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| And now it’s those memories
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| That haunt me in my sleep
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| How often we love someone
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| But we’re just to proud to speak?
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| Though I don’t see
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| I still believe
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| There’s a purpose
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| You’re the eye of the storm
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| We fall asleep but we believe
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| You will wake us
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| And Your bride will come home
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| When I was at the funeral
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| I tried hard not to cry
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| I didn’t want to grieve
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| Like the world
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| As though the lost had died
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| She’s my sleeping beauty
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| For now she’s resting in peace
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| But one day, Redeemer, Redeemer
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| You’ll wake her from her sleep
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| I did alright
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| Till I went in her room
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| I buckled under the load
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| Tomorrow if the rain stops
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| We’ll put a cross
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| On the side of the road
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| God is good all the time
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| Even when little girls die |