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Currently holding that tongue |
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Let's just see what happens, sky is red tonight |
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It moves streaming with rain that beats the pavement |
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How does it sound against the church roof or its bells? |
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It probably echoes, sanctuary meets comforting |
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The mother sews as the father searches for his gun |
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Shots hurt my ears |
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I'll bite my lip to take in the deafening |
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Shots hurt my ears |
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I'll shut my eyes to remember the symphonies |
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I'm surprised to find him running in the rain |
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It's too dangerous |
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Risking the chance that bullets would fly |
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With their purpose straight to the life |
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All too many simple mistakes disguising innocence |
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Tension builds in every nerve |
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I'm tired of falling short in understanding what it all meant |
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Or what it's supposed to mean |
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I was relieved to see your face when I woke |
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Before the last accidental shot |
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Brought my father to his knees, face in his hands |
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It felt good to be saved in some way |
