On a park bench sat a crimson beating heart
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and behind him the girls played double dutch in the park
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The sun began to burn his snow white skin
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I guess your either headin' somewhere or endin up somewhere..
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Storm clouds began to form in his head
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and crisscrossed his mind like a restless angry ocean
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And the howling of hardship and heartache
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kneeled and grinned in his face
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He stood there in his boots unable to move
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And i came here to tell you that i love you
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And here lies my green eyes
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rolled back in my head, but they're alive
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and all these words can all get spoken
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just know we tried
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and you're forgiven
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He made his way down the boulevard
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near the 99 cent stores and garbage in the yards
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And he began sing
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about the crickets and the backroads where we used to play
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I guess your either headin' somewhere or endin up somewhere..
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cause I tried the bible, tried the bottle,
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tried the needle, tried to love people
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And in the end there aint much to say
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And in the end there aint much to say anyway
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And i stand here in my shoes, unable to move
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my hat in my hands, at the bottom of the ocean.
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And here lies my green eyes
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rolled back in my head but they're alive
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and all the words can all get spoken
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just know we tried
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and you're forgiven
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you're forgiven
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Book Of James
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| We Are Augustines |
