Night owns my white bones but
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What's left is still saying
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Strange prayers in high places
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Wild airs with wilder graces
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Birds fly with no motion
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What draws me draws the ocean
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Chorus
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Down on my knees again,
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Still believing
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In the time of reason no more
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Down on my knees again
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Still believing
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Peace of mind is worth any chore
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Great dreams and laid schemes
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Just blown down by high winds
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And strong signs from old forces
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Wild dogs run trackless courses
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Night changes sweet mountain
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Vain hopes need cold fountains
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Chorus
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Night owns my white bones but
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What's left is still saying
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Chorus...
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Still Believing
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| Mary Black |
