| Guard my bed
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| While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
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| Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio
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| Where the looking machine can’t hear us
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| Deep in the night, we dream of positions
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| There’s a line for the phone in the hall
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| And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
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| Most wars end in the fall
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| You never know
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| When your pet will go
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| Pet politics
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| Pet politics
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| Pet politics
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| Pet politics
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| Still wearin' last night’s mascara
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| Now that her pet was gone for sure
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| She was shiverin' so hard
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| It looked like there were two of her
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| I could see through the sleeve on her blouse
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| The plans of her architect lover
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| A tattoo of a boarded-up house
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| And ink door that belonged to another
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| When the rain hits you
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| It hits you slow
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| Stitch after stitch
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| Stitch after stitch
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| Stitch after stitch
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| Stitch after stitch
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| Adam was not the first man
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| Though the Bible tells us so
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| There was one created before him
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| Whose name we do not know
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| He also lived in the garden
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| But he had no mouth or eyes
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| One day, Adam came to kill him
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| And he died beneath these skies
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| I find it so amazing how
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| I go where I’m led
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| I go where I’m led
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| I go where I’m led
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| I go where I’m led
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| I suspect we could be losing now
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| Please guard my bed
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| Please guard my bed
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| Please guard my bed
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| Please guard my bed |