There's no way to temper your thirst
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With lasting impressions or pictures of home
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There's no way to grow that don't hurt
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She growled from the station then hung up the phone
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There's no sacred vision like her
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No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear
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There's no granted wish I prefer
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Then she to be with me, for us to be there
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I'd rather to be all alone
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Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore
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It's not every sin that's atoned
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I heard her speak softly then heard her no more
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There's no sacred vision like her
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No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear
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There's no granted wish I prefer
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Then she to be with me, for us to be there
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Sacred Vision
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| Iron & Wine |
