| 3 A.M. |
| I’m awakened
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| By a sweet summer rain
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| Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train
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| Was I dreaming
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| Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed?
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| Am I hearing things?
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| Or in the next room
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| Did a long forgotten music box just start playing?
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| And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
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| And I know (it's a crime to weave your wishes into what they said)
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| And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread)
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| 'Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head)
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| Is just static on the radio
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| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)
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| Now there’s a church house
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| About a stone’s throw down
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| From this place where I been staying
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| It’s Sunday morning
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| And I’m sittin' in my truck
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| Listening to my neighbor sing
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| Ten years ago I might have joined in But don’t time change those inclined
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| To think less of what is written
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| Than what’s wrote between the lines?
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| 'Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed)
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| And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
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| 'Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can’t change a thing
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| Still I hope (there's others out there who are listening)
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| To the static on the radio
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| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio
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| Static on the radio
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| (Ain't praying for miracles, I’m just down on my knees)
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| Static on the radio
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| (Listening for the song behind everything I think I know)
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| Static on the radio
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| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) |