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This is how I tell it |
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Oh, but it's long |
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One Sunday morning |
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Oh, one son is gone |
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I can see where they're dawning |
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Over the sea |
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My father said what I had become |
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No-one should be |
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Outside I look lived in |
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Like the bones in a shrine |
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How am I forgiven? |
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Oh, I'll give it time |
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This, I learned without warning |
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Holding my brow |
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In time he thought I would kill him |
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Oh, but I didn't know how |
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I said it's your god I don't believe in |
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No, your Bible can't be true |
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Knocked down by the long life |
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He cried, 'I fear what waits for you' |
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I can hear those bells |
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Spoken and gone |
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I feel relief, I feel well |
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Now he knows he was wrong |
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I am cold for my father |
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Frozen underground |
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Jesus, I wouldn't bother |
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He belongs to me now |
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Something sad keeps moving |
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So I wandered around |
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I fell in love with the burden |
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Holding me down |
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Bless my mind, I miss |
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Being told how to live |
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What I learned without knowing |
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How much more that I owe that I can give |
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This is how I tell it |
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Oh, but it's long |
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One Sunday morning |
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One son is gone |