The days of our innocence and grace flow by
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The smiles we wear upon our face blow by
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Oh, the sweet wine of youth
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Goes sour over time
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Seems like the more that you lose
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The more you ache to find
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A town called Amen
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Like a bright-eyed smile
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For some long lost friend
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It's a town called Amen
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Sit at the window sill
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See the children rushing by
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Come a flood of summer rain
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Strange increments of time
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How the wild engines run
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Burning shadows from our minds
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Lord when the purging gets done
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I sure pray what's left behind
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Is a town called Amen
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Like a bright-eyed smile
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For some long lost friend
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It's a town called Amen
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Come lay down on this bed
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Hey, close your weary eyes
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Like the clouds above our heads
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Life slowly passes by
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Did you kiss the dog you love
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When you were a little child?
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Will you lay in the arms of
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Some sweet reverie a while?
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In a town called Amen
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Like a bright sunrise
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Hey, if you open up your eyes
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You're in a town called Amen, Amen
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A Town Called Amen
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| Jim White |
