| I met someone like Jesus in the spring of '98
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| He was so full of love and I was so full of hate
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| So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged
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| told myself it’s what he would have wanted all along
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| and I drove into the night looking for something to burn
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| Oh how I love these little parables that I never cared to learn
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| I don’t know what the name for this feeling is but it’s dripping through me There’s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see
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| And I’m not sleeping well, all my dreams are so real
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| I dreamed I set fire to my house, watched the great beams come crashing down
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| And later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs
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| They asked me what happened, it was an accident I said
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| And I don’t know what all this means and I don’t care, it’s nothing to me But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see
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| And I don’t know what this feeling is but it’s dripping through me There’s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see
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| And there’s a happy family snapshot when you were very small
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| But there were visits from the doctor, you can’t remember what for
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| The curtains drawn in silence on a summer’s afternoon
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| And the flies buzzing in the room
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| And you don’t know what this feeling is and you can’t explain it to me
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| But there was something in corner of that family photo that you cannot quite see
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| And I don’t know what all this means but it’s dripping through me There’s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see |