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In a motel room with the Bible out |
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Combing scriptures for answers about |
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What's happening now |
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'Cause I can't believe my eyes |
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And I just don't trust my ears |
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But I've heard a man can always come find |
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Some solace here |
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And Lord, I know that we don't talk |
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Often at all anymore |
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But desperate folks do desperate things |
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So I'm stapling this note to your door |
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Please turn the ship around |
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And lock the course in place |
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And keep the train tracks nailed to the ground |
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Or pull the emergency break |
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'Cause I've lost my faith in man |
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Just like I once lost faith in you |
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And I've been covering all kinds of ground |
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Thinking hard 'bout what else I could lose |
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And I know how I look |
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To come crawling back |
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Acting like you owe me proof |
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But this is bigger than me |
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I think it's bigger than you too |
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So if this gets to you |
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Yeah, if you ever come home |
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Just know I won't be awaiting the postman |
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I will not be glued to my phone |
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I'll know a change has come |
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I'll know that you exist |
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When all our bombs stop exploding |
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And when all of those landmines are stripped |
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And we stop blowin' up strangers' houses |
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And making orphans of innocent kids |
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And people stop thinking |
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The world's theirs for the taking |
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'Cause your world once told them it is |
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'Til then, I'm gonna shake my head |
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I'm gonna bite my tongue |
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When people tell me |
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\"Have faith and be patient |
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We're waiting for God to show up\" |
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Yeah, 'til then |
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It's one more skeptical song |
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And I'll be glad as hell |
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If you come and prove me wrong |