| While Jesus is saving, I’m spending all my days
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| In backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints
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| While people are spinning like toys on Christmas Day
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| I’m inside a still life with the other absentee
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| While Jesus is saving, I’m spending all my days
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| In the garden-grey pallor of lines across your face
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| While people will cheer on the spectacle we’ve made
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| I’m sitting and sculpting menageries of saints
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| Oh, my man, my absentee
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| I’d do anything to please you
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| Come, my love, the stage is waiting
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| Be the one to save my saving grace
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| While Jesus is saving, I’m spending all my grace
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| On the rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage
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| While people have cheered on the awful mess we’ve made
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| Through storms of red roses, we’ve exited the stage |