Have you ever wondered much at all
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About your behaviour,
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Or worried about the role you play,
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Grey against the scenery ?
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Black cloud calls by,
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Black cloud, blue sky
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Black birds, your words,
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Too dark to fly.
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When reason starts to fade and fall away
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I want to take a gun to you.
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Rain another day...
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While we move as angels,
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Gather up your blues and clear the way.
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I hate the games you play
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While we're touched by Jesus,
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Gather up your blues
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And get out of the way.
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Sand invades your shoes like a desert
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It's nothing to die about.
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And our heels are high enough
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To crush the lizard
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Take 'em off and shake it out.
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The sting in the tail
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Is destined to fail
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Our skin, takes in no poison.
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"So the next time you're out stumbling across
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my little piece of sky, and we know we're
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in a state of grace and we know we're in
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a state of mind; and we know we're part
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of the state of art and all we really want
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to be, is free... you've got to receive, you've
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got to receive what the spirit says... you've
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got to believe what the spirit says...
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and she says..."
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Rain another day
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While we move as angels
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Gather up your views and clear the way
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I hate the games you play.
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While we're touched by Jesus
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Gather up your blues and get out of the way
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Touched By Jesus
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| All About Eve |
