(Judee Sill)
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Sweet silver angels over the sea
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Please come down flying low for me
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One time I trusted a stranger
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'Cause I heard his sweet song
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It was gently enticing me
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But there was something wrong
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And when I turned
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He was gone
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Blinding me
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His song remains reminding me
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He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
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My Jesus was a cross maker
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Sweet silver angels over the sea
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Please come down flying low for me
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He wages war with the devil
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With a pistol by His side
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He's always chasing him out of windows
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And He won't give him a place to hide
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But he keeps His door
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Open wide
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Fighting him
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He lights a lamp inviting him
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He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
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My Jesus was a cross maker
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Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker
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(here's a verse Ms. Sill wrote, which Warren leaves out:
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maybe he thought he had enough thunder on this record, already:
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I heard the thunder come rumblin'
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The light never looked so dim
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I see the junction git nearer
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and danger is in the wind
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And either road's lookin' grim
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Hidin' me, I flee, desire dividin' me
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He's a bandit and a heartbreaker.
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Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
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Yes, Jesus was a cross maker)
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Jesus Was A Cross Maker
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Warren Zevon |