| I still have your painting
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| It’s set on my wall
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| And is the man behind you
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| Screaming come on home?
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| Will you come home?
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| And if I only hurt you
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| Why sit in the winter cold
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| With me for company?
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| For I am just a black cloud
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| Don’t you know your God
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| Will let you down
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| And you still ask why
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| We all say
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| We are tired of feeling low
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| We tired being alone
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| Destroy a head
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| But not your own
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| But if we make it
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| To see morning coffee
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| Then I swear you’ll find answer
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| Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer
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| I can see your father
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| Painted in the sky
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| No there was not an artist
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| Not even a last goodbye
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| So he longs to hear the words
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| That will make you feel much better
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| Still what’s better is
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| The cross you lay upon will say
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| That i knew your God would let you down
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| We all say we are tired of feeling low
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| We tired being alone
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| Destroy a head
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| But your your own
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| But if we make it to see morning coffee
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| Then I swear you’ll find answer
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| Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer
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| We’ll find hope
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| There is a crisis in the slow lane
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| Are you figuring life out
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| You will miss the point
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| Of the question of where you are
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| Where you are
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| We all say we are tired of feeling low
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| We tired being alone
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| Destroy a head
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| But your your own
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| We all say we are tired of feeling low
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| We tired being alone
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| Destroy a head but your your own
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| But if we make it to see morning coffee
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| I swear you’ll find answer
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| Yeah I swear you’ll find an answer |