The preacher speaks out loud
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The congregation hears him shout
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Grandma's eating flies, the baby starts to cry
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And Billy's coloring in the Bible again.
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So his mind starts thinking,
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He watches the man pour sugar in his coffee cup
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The spoon is spinning around,
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The crystals are circling down
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And the preacher repeats himself,
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Be the one to save yourself
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I swear he was talking to me,
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No one else.
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Be the one to save yourself,
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I swear he was talking to me.
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Sticks his nose to the car window
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Blows out fog and begins to trace
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His finger draws around,
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Dots for eyes, a nose and a frown
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Mom yells put your seatbelt on
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Be the one to save yourself
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I swear she was talking to me
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No one else.
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Be the one to save yourself,
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I swear she was talking to me.
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Why would you need someone to tell you,
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Someone to ask you someone to show you?
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Why would you need someone to hear you,
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Someone to give you a reason to love yourself?
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But his eyes are busy looking
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Sees an old man pushing a shopping cart
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It's full of blankets and silver cans
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Black trash bags and in his hands
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He holds a sign it reads
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Be the one to save yourself
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I swear he was looking at me,
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No one else.
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Be the one to save yourself
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I swear he was looking at me.
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Save Yourself
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| Jo Nash |
