| Late last night I awoke in a dream
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| To the sound of a voice that was almost a scream
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| Oh oh oh
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| From out of the city and out of the street
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| Out where the wind hits the cold concrete
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| Oh oh oh
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| It’s cold outside
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| Darkness your enemy
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| No place to hide
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| The voice said this to me
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| In your doorways I have shivered
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| In your alleys I have gone to ground
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| But I will be delivered
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| Someday I will be mercy bound
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| I dreamed again it was west L. A
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| On a crowded street on a hot summer day
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| She was alone
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| Three months late and beginning to show
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| In a midriff blouse she would soon outgrow
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| She had no one to call
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| And no way home
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| And in my mind
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| I knew I’d seen myself
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| But in our blindness
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| It always seems like someone else
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| There I was a rag a bone
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| A remnant in your lost and found
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| I was for once truly alone
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| Longing to be mercy bound
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| And I knew that I would wander as child in the forest
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| Till they found me
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| And I called out to them but I could not penetrate the silence
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| All around me
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| And when I wake I know you’ll comfort me
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| And I won’t sleep again for an eternity
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| But others lie awake at night
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| In desperation more profound
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| And the coming of the morning light
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| Will not see them mercy bound
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| And some will never dream again
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| From sleeping on the ground
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| Just longing to belong
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| And dying to be mercy bound
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| Oh please don’t stop your dreaming
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| Someday we’ll all be mercy bound |