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I got the call at 2 a.m. |
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It awoke me from my sleep |
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I didn't recognize the voice |
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It was nervous and quite deep |
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He said that she was taken fast |
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She probably never knew |
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Maybe he was comforting me |
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Or maybe it was true |
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The last time that I saw her |
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She was walking out the door |
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I didn't think to hug her |
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It was just a trip to the store |
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Did I say I love you? |
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Did she know it when she died? |
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When she had her last glance at me |
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Did I look her in the eye? |
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Though I don't see |
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I still believe |
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There's a purpose |
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You're the eye of the storm |
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We fall asleep but we believe |
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You will wake us |
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And Your bride will come home |
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I took her to a restaurant |
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She spilled her drink on me |
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In anger I belittled her |
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I never said I was sorry |
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And now it's those memories |
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That haunt me in my sleep |
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How often we love someone |
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But we're just to proud to speak? |
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Though I don't see |
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I still believe |
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There's a purpose |
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You're the eye of the storm |
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We fall asleep but we believe |
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You will wake us |
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And Your bride will come home |
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When I was at the funeral |
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I tried hard not to cry |
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I didn't want to grieve |
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Like the world |
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As though the lost had died |
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She's my sleeping beauty |
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For now she's resting in peace |
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But one day, Redeemer, Redeemer |
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You'll wake her from her sleep |
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I did alright |
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Till I went in her room |
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I buckled under the load |
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Tomorrow if the rain stops |
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We'll put a cross |
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On the side of the road |
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God is good all the time |
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Even when little girls die |