| Someone gets to be the river, someone is the sea
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| Someone gets to be the fire, someone is the leaves
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| And someone’s walking in the morning light and calling to it cold
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| Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know
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| Jesus and his trophy wives are praying for the suicides and the orphans
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| Save us all from what we want, beautiful and beaten back to life
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| Someone has the door to heaven, someone has the lock
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| Someone has to be the dog when someone has to walk
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| And someone’s talking to the miles around and hearing them for good
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| Everybody’s branch is falling harder than they should
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| And I know Jesus and his trophy wives are praying for the broken to be noticed
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| Save us all from what we want, beautiful and beaten back to life
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| Back to life
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| Back to life |