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Lord, I'm discouraged |
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The circles have sucked in her eyes |
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Lord, I'm discouraged |
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Her new friends have shadowed her life |
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Lord, I'm discouraged |
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She ain't come out dancing for some time |
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And I'm trying to light candles |
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But they burn down to nothing |
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And she keeps coming up with |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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There's a house on the south side |
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Where she stays in for days at a time |
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I know I'm no angel, |
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I ain't been bad that way |
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Can't you hear her, she's that sweet missing songbird? |
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When the choir sings on |
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Sundays and |
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I'm almost busted |
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But I bought back the jewelery she sold |
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And I come to your altar and then there's just nothing |
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And she keeps insisting the sutures and bruises are none of my business |
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She says that she's sick but she won't get specific |
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The sutures and bruises are none of my business |
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This guy from the north side comes down to visits |
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His visits, they only take five or six minutes |
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Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom |
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But my faith has been wavering |
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Won't you show me a sign |
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And let me know that you're listening? |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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Excuses and half truths and fortified wine |
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I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine |
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So I mostly just pray she don't die |
