[verse]
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Not much for conversation
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I still find need to pray
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Sometimes I get tired of walking
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Through these ordinary days
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If nothing else I get to see you
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Even if we never speak
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The harm of words though sometimes
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We don't quite know
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What they really mean
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[chorus]
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I don't know where
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I don't know how
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I don't know why
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But your love can make
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These things better
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[verse]
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So let me lay down in this field
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And stare up at the sky
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I hope the days and clouds
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Turn into something
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As they pass us by
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And maybe you could settle
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For a skyline faded blue
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I hope that you might settle
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For this love I have for you
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[chorus 3x]
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Your love can make these things better
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Your love can make these things better
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Your love can make these things better
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These Ordinary Days
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| Jars Of Clay |