I lie awake on this phone call, she's dreaming of better days
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Flowers lie on the counter, remind her of better days
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She sends a prayer up to Jesus
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And she asks him for his strength
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And the night will go on bleeding
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Was it faith that paid the rent?
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*And I know you¡¯re barely listening
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I know you¡¯re barely listening
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I know you¡¯re barely listening
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Now I know you¡¯re¡¦.
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I know you¡¯re barely listening
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I know you¡¯re barely listening
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I know you¡¯re barely listening
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Now I know you¡¯re¡¦.
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Standing here in a doorway with a candle and a gun
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The light tears through open windows
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For now the day has won
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[Repeat *]
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Like a child on her way here
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You just smile and run the other way
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And faith won¡¯t find you a reason
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It just smiles and runs the other way
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And It just smiles¡¦.
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It just smiles and runs the other way
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It just smiles¡¦.
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It just smiles and then runs the other way
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(scat singing)
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It¡¯s not worth waiting
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[Repeat *]
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you can't shape love with a hammer,
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and you can't shape love with a will,
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what horror lies in knowing there's no faith that chaos can't kill
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Barely Listening
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| Pilate |
