| In the times I dream of Jesus
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| It’s like he’s coming through the walls
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| When I’m working at my desk at night
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| I hear his footsteps in the hall
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| You can believe me, not believe me
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| I’m just a bird upon the sill
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| And these words just course right through me
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| Like water through a mill
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| He was a rebel jew
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| He was a rebel jew
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| And he died for you and your sins
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| He was a rebel jew
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| He was a rebel jew
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| Let him in
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| Sometimes I dream of Texas
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| Yeah, it’s the biggest part of me
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| And the planes look like the sea at night
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| Oh, she wants to be so free
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| She is a rebel state
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| She is a rebel state
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| And it’s not too late for her to break
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| From a sick, sick union
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| An unhealed wound and separate
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| All the time I dream of Michele
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| And the towers in her mind
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| Some women lie down with killers
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| Oh, my baby’s not that kind
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| She is a real good girl
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| Yeah, she’s a real good girl
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| And she stops the world so I can’t see
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| That she’s a good, good girl
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| A good, good girl to me |