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Oh, so I'm praying all at night
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And I wake up praying the whole daylight
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I pray to you, and hear my request
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I ask of you to save this baby
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Oh, look at the girl
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Awful inside, is cancer-eaten, is life-deprived,
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And if so by who? Could it be you?
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I see no need for a baby's wisdom for you
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Oh, God, the girl, all yellow turned
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Her cheeks are swollen, and soul is burned
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Oh, but the girl, the girl is gone
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And the deed is done, oh it must be wrong
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Oh and I pray, my prayer's not heard
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Could it be your death, death to mortal words?
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Oh, and see her pain, and drain and drain
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Could you be deaf, and blind my friend?
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Oh, and so we hold
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Cannot you not hear? Cannot you not see?
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And if with words
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You could change the way things are arranged
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Surely you'd be speaking, speaking no change
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Oh, but the girl, deaf, dumb, and blind
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From the cancer burning deep down inside
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Oh, but the deed is done
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And the girl is gone
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I see no faith
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That I have won
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Well, you may find your religion
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You may find your attraction
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You may go, for me the girl is gone
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Oh, you may find you're faithful
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You may find out the reaction
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But to me, the baby's gone
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The baby...
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Hey... hey...
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"(Weird noises, then in rough voice) Thank ya very much."
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Deed is Done
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| Dave Matthews Band |
