| I was born in The Vale of Angels
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| By the sea in the year 1974
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| In time for Christmas
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| To my father Hugh and my mother Anna Jean
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| For a while I walked in the ways of Jesus
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| Served me well enough it seems
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| Come to find Jesus doesn’t need us
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| To be any more than we need him to be
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| I’ve heard talk like they knew about heaven
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| I can’t help but seed the seams
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| And we could pull that thread and make two cloths to clean us
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| So all that I know is all I’ll tell to thee
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| I was born in The Vale of Angels
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| By the sea in the year 1974
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| In time for Christmas
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| To my father Hugh and my mother Anna Jean
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| I was at war with that wild religion
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| And it revealed itself to me
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| And it slapped me sore enough to force some good decisions
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| Give me ears to hear and eyes by which to see
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| Oh, and I heard talk about a hell beneath us
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| Fires burn for eternity
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| But we’re all just dust for those around to see us
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| So all that I know is all I tell to be
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| I was born in The Vale of Angels
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| By the sea in the year 1974
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| In time for Christmas
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| To my father Hugh and my mother Anna Jean
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| To my father Hugh and my mother Anna Jean |