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High above change |
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Lifted up |
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Feet upon the land |
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Far below sky |
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Curling up |
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In his mothers hands |
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I see cold showers |
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And prayers that she used to know |
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Piece him together |
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For each stitch is borrowed |
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High low High low |
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I wish I could.. |
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Help you win |
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High low High low |
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I pray visions of heaven |
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I was the one |
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I held him close |
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Whenever he came near |
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Believing my love |
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Could out run |
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His fear My dove is in a cage |
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Brown paper bags |
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Of money to waste |
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Singing that god |
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Sheds the tears |
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I taste High low |
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High low I wish |
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I could.. |
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Help you win |
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High low High low |
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I pray visions of heaven |
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Up and up |
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We're free to grow |
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I see you |
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Your glory sold |
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You've fallen to my love of everything |
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I'm not surprised |
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What more could the cards ask |
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My brilliant warrior |
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Armed without a task |
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Soon there'll be flowers |
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And prayers that |
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I used to know |
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Lifting forever |
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As you watch how we let you go |
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High low High low |
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I never could help you win |
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High low High low |
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My perfect vision of heaven |
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Of my love |
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Open arms receiving you. |