God is gorgeous in the city
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And what's my home like now
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In a room where we share a pillow
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And lights in the windowsill
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And you let me lay my burdens down
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Here take my bed lay your head on my lap again
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Let me sing to your soul
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Cause where you go is where I'll be home
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Have I seen you in my audience
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Have I past you in my car
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When I open my lips to sing
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Like an air closing back to me
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And I let you lay your burdens down
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Here take my bed lay your head on my lap again
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Let me sing to your soul
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Cause where you go you go
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This second story's lonely
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Only the headlights
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Hear me harmonizing with the sirens
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I want you read me like my diary
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Dont even know your name
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My home
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God is gorgeous in the city
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And what's my home like now
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Home
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| Anna Nalick |
