| I heard you crying out to Jesus as you took your fall from grace,
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| Another question left unanswered absolution paved the way
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| And may the light that shines on you,
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| Shine on me so,
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| We might find a safer place to call our own.
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| And please, trust my disbelief I’m shaking,
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| Honey can’t you see I,
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| Need strength of hope and peace of mind.
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| A flash of red that breaks the darkness with each awkward cigarette,
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| There was a time you spoke of romance,
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| Rings of smoke are all that’s left.
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| And may the light that shines on you,
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| Shine on me so,
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| We might find a safer place to call our own.
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| And please, trust my disbelief I’m shaking,
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| Honey can’t you see I,
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| Need strength of hope and peace of mind.
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| Give me one place to call my own,
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| Give me two feet to run,
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| Give me three reasons why I need this, need this,
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| Show me four corners of this earth,
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| Five senses god gave us,
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| Six excuses why you need this, need this.
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| Give me one place to call my own,
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| Give me two feet to run,
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| Give me three reasons why I need this, need this,
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| Show me four corners of this earth,
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| Five senses god gave us,
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| Six excuses why you need this, need this.
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| Give me one place to call my own,
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| Give me two feet to run,
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| Give me three reasons why I need this, need this,
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| Show me four corners of this earth,
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| Five senses god gave us,
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| Six excuses why you need this, need this.
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| And may the light that shines on you,
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| Shine on me so,
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| We might find a safer place to call our own |