| We drove with the radio on
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| It talked about God, until you told it to stop
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| And the flick of a switch, said I can’t listen to this
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| It fills me with that thought that I’m afraid to exist
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| But I’m feeling holy tonight
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| Just watch as my blood is turned into wine
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| I know you couldn’t stand the man on the stereo
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| He talked about death and what scares you the most
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| He talks about God, like it was just a thought
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| But didn’t even mention the soul
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| What do I do with my soul?
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| I knew a girl who came to the coast
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| After leaving her own, in search of a cure
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| She said, «I'll swim the oceans in Maine
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| Walk across every state just to hear I’m okay.»
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| I said, «Girl, I see the look in your eyes
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| You’re in search of a light and I know where it hides.»
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| And she smiled as it swallowed the daylight
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| She said, «It's weird to watch it in reverse
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| 'Cause the ocean where I’m from is where the sun comes up
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| But it’s never felt like this»
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| She said I’m, I’m free, I’m home
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| She said I’m, I’m free, I’m home
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| She said I’m, I’m free, I’m home
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| She said I’m, I’m free, I’m home |