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She laughs when she thinks that her whole life could fit in her car.
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And she would drive wherever she wanted.
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But she knows that she will never get that far.
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This suffering's hers and she will flaunt it right in their face
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In that place where they condemn her soul
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With their smiles that are so curt.
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You know she always smiles at the mirror that way.
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It's there to remind her of the hurt.
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And in her mind is a mixture of the sacred and profane.
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And sometimes she wonders if the two are not the same.
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And deep inside that Babylon that she's building like she just can't stop.
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She'll go on climbing even though she knows Heaven's not at the top.
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And she'll let her mind wonder for what seems like 40 years,
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And never find the Promised Land,
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Even though it's in her hands.
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She takes everything she hears to her heart and gives it a room.
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And most times it sends her reeling.
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Her heart is pregnant with the graves of stillborn love.
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Cause she imbues every word with meaning.
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Now she will search for her Messiah in the comfort of her bed.
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Try to learn to take all the blame.
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You know she tried to look up his number when he left her that time before,
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But God didn't tell her his last name.
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SHE
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
