| I met God in a car, in a dream, in Ankerside
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| And I was very unkind
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| I said,"You locked us out of the forest
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| And gave us a mind
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| I came upon you when I thought I’d lost you
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| And I cried, 'My God, I thought I’d lost you!
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| Lost you! |
| Lost you!'"
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| He said, «My mind is overflowing
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| With tales to tell
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| I’ve been looking around this world I created
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| It’s going so well!»
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| I looked, I stared, I said, «I think I’ve lost you!»
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| Cried out, «My God, I think I’ve lost you!
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| Lost you! |
| Lost you!»
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| I stared into your face, the waves deep and strong
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| Your fall from grace -- a god so far gone
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| Remind me not to pray to you
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| Then my flailing arms smacked your face
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| Why should I kill you?
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| I thought of all the bodies, the religious wars
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| And all of the millions dying for a nobody cause
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| Sitting in an 8-foot by 8-foot cell, I cried
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| «You know this treatment isn’t human!»
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| Up to my waist in the slime and the sweat of days
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| I hope that I am not forgotten
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| I came upon you when I thought I’d lost you
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| And I cried, «My God, I know I’ve lost you!
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| Lost you! |
| Lost you!
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| Know I’ve lost you
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| Lost you. |
| Lost you.» |