| I’ve been hiding my sins in the ground
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| All the while without making a single sound
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| This in spite of the fact I know you’re all around
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| Oh my God, don’t show me heaven
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| I don’t want to have to tell 'em … there’s more
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| Train of thought slips my tracks once again
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| And I’m holding the hand of a long lost friend
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| It’s a light that I’ve seen in your curious eyes
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| Like that thing we’re supposed to see when we die
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| Can I help it I want to see more
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| More and more and I need more
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| 'Til then, my God, don’t show me heaven
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| I don’t want to have to tell 'em … there’s more
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| Don’t it make you wonder what came first
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| The insatiable hunger or unquenchable thirst
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| Does it matter at all once you check … out of here
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| 'Til then, my God, don’t show me heaven
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| I don’t want to have to tell 'em
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| 'Til then, my God, don’t show me heaven
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| I don’t want to have to tell 'em
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| 'Til then, my God, don’t show me heaven
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| I don’t want to have to tell 'em |