With the best of intentions
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At sevens and sixes
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A shake of the hand
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Turns to whispers and kisses
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And promises bloody and raw
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Get easier just to ignore
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So you look for the light
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In the darkest of places
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Where the decks are all marked
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And the smiles are like razors
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And your faith weighs you down like a debt
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That nobody wants to collect
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Oh you try to remember the fall
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Oh it was something and nothing at all
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And those feelings slip by
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In quicksilver flashes
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But a flick of the wrist
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And itĄ¯s ashes to ashes
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Cause GodĄ¯s in the details tonight
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But it doesnĄ¯t make anything right
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God In The Details
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| Sweet Billy Pilgrim |
