Oh my god
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What have I done
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Chasing some mirage in my Mojave sun
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Don't say every chance is lost,
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Please don't say anything at all
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In sand and thorns
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I'm walking forth
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Bare and blinking as the day that I was born
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Bells in spires of China white
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Ring for an Augustine tonight
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Oh now, I'm breaking down
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Oh let me be
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Let me be your Augustine
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Lead me now
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I understand
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Faith is both the prison and the open hand
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Bells on low on high
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Will you ring for Augustine tonight
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Oh now I'm breaking down,
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Every illusion in between
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All the lies that I have seen
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Oh let me be your Augustine
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Augustine
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| Vienna Teng |
