| Climbing up those church stairs
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| Hanging out to a handrail
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| In rhythm with those church bells
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| Ringing like some angels
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| You never did save a dance for me
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| You always kept me in the wings
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| Of some old burnt deer heart
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| Waiting for the DJ to call
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| My name
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| Mouthful of apple
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| Caught me in my cheeks
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| Zipper for my legs
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| I’m always dancing with my wrist
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| We never did have much to say
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| Always chewing up that dumcane
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| But to not say nothing at all
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| Felt too insane
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| So we talked about the rain
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| Fight like a titan
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| Swing with your eyes wide
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| Your hand around a stall
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| All those words that you’ve thrown
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| You never did put me in the rain
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| You always kept me in the crowd
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| Calling out, shouting your name
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| Well, who’s name are they calling now?
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| Oh, and they said light
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| Climbing in that church bench
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| I hum a hymn for them
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| In rhythm with the beating
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| Of an angel heart that’s singing
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| If you decide to come my way
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| Bring plenty of that dumcane
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| It’s not to talk but just to hear
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| And if you decide to come my way |