| Pulled off the highway in Missouri and lo, our hearts were heavy laden
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| Made for the chapel with some spray paint for all the things we’d held in secret
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| Lord, lift up these lifeless bones
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| Light cascading through the windows, all the rainbow’s heavy tones
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| He has fixed his sign in the sky
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| He has raised me from the pit and set me high
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| Left that place in ruin, drunk on the spirit and high on fumes
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| Checked into a Red Roof Inn, stayed up for several hours and then slept like
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| infants
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| In the burning fuselage of my days
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| Let my mouth be ever fresh with praise
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| He has fixed his sign in the sky
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| He has raised me from the pit and set me high
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| Each morning new
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| Each day shot through
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| With all the sharp, small shards of shrapnel
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| That seem to burst out of me and you
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| Head down for Kansas, we will get there when we get there, don’t you worry
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| Feel bad about the things we do along the way, but not really that bad
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| We inhaled the frozen air
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| Lord, send me a mechanic if I’m not beyond repair
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| He has fixed his sign in the sky
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| He has raised me from the pit and he will set me high |