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Our house wrapped in disrepair, |
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A small mouse peeked out from a hole beneath the stairs |
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nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair, |
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Thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayer |
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I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay |
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And sat still to stop from scaring her away- |
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But she hurried on her little way |
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And scurried around my mind |
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Ever since, |
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Every day |
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Open wide my door, my door, my Lord |
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(Open wide my door) |
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To whatever makes me love You more |
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(Open wide my door) |
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While there's still light to run towards |
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(Open wide my door) |
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Like water on dry wood |
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Equal parts misguided and misunderstood |
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But all the neighborhood |
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Watched a fire burn from where they stood |
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And the smoke said |
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"We're not half as bad as G-d is good" |
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And there's a whisper in my ear, |
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The voice of loneliness and fear, so I say: |
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"Devil, disappear! |
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I'm still (ehh... technically...) a virgin |
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After 27 years- |
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Which never bothered me before, |
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What's maybe 50 more?" |
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Open wide my door, my door, my Lord |
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(Open wide my door) |
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To whatever makes me love You more |
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(Open wide my door) |
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While there's still light to run towards |
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(Open wide my door) |
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She came back for the oats |
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But she brought along a "friend" |
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(This never ends)(This never ends) |
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The harder the rain, |
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The lower the flowers in the garden bend |
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(This never ends)(This never ends) |
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I'd rather never talk again |
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Than to continue to pretend |
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This never ends (This never ends)(This never ends) |