| The days of our innocence and grace flow by
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| The smiles we wear upon our face blow by
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| Oh, the sweet wine of youth
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| Goes sour over time
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| Seems like the more that you lose
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| The more you ache to find
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| A town called Amen
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| Like a bright-eyed smile
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| For some long lost friend
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| It’s a town called Amen
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| Sit at the window sill
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| See the children rushing by
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| Come a flood of summer rain
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| Strange increments of time
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| How the wild engines run
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| Burning shadows from our minds
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| Lord when the purging gets done
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| I sure pray what’s left behind
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| Is a town called Amen
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| Like a bright-eyed smile
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| For some long lost friend
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| It’s a town called Amen
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| Come lay down on this bed
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| Hey, close your weary eyes
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| Like the clouds above our heads
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| Life slowly passes by
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| Did you kiss the dog you love
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| When you were a little child?
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| Will you lay in the arms of
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| Some sweet reverie a while?
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| In a town called Amen
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| Like a bright sunrise
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| Hey, if you open up your eyes
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| You’re in a town called Amen, Amen |