| Oh, when it’s god I see in headlights kneeling down on frozen highways
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| And salvation in white knuckles on a wheel
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| And the deer is in the audience by the border of the darkness
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| Where forgiveness grows and slowly winds away
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| Well there’s a question somewhere asked with all the answers inside
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| But I’ll never find the kid before she’s gone
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| Well the day is never done, but there’s a light on where you’re sleeping
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| So I hope somewhere that troubles will be gone
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| But now the ghost is in my jacket and my stairs were built in anger
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| Winding forcefully but end up where I stand
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| But there are no rocks or salt and nails, I low my cannons not to kill you
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| SImply lost the words to tell you I’m afraid
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| And there’s a sign up to a hill to see the far of the land
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| Well the sign will tell you, «Turn if there’s a one»
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| Still the day is never done, but there’s a light on where you’re sleeping
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| So I hope somewhere that troubles will be gone
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| Oh darling, when it’s you I see in headlights, driving down the golden highway
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| And salvation in the beauty of some brace
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| And the deer is gone without me to the valley of surrender
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| There is still another world along it’s tracks
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| But there’s that sign up to a hill to see the far of the land
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| Well the sign will say, «There's still a higher one»
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| And now the day is slowly setting, and the lights on where you’re sleeping
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| So I hope somewhere that troubles will be gone |