If this river be my death bed,
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Made by the madness of this man,
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And my words to him be thank you,
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Would the heavens understand?
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All my life I've been a good girl,
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Every night I've said my prayers
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And I hope that Jesus heard me
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Through all my tears.
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Hears my angels come to take me.
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They are haloed in the light,
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But I wish they'd touch me softly,
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They're aggressive and they're uptight.
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Lift me gently
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Or leave me where I am.
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I thought you'd be the hand of God.
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But you're just the same as Him.
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Lift me gently.
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Please not with human touch.
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Christ knows I've had my share alive.
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And it never felt like love
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So I'm face down in this river
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And my body's cold and useless
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And the angels pull at my soul
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But it's anxious and it's nervous
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And they tell me,
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a¢æ©«You're not the only one who waits for their delivery,
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And you're world's too full of lonely souls.
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And we're rushed off our feeta¢æ?,
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But I say, please..
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Lift me gently.
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Or leave me where I am.
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I thought you'd be the hand of God.
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But you're just the same as Him.
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Lift me gently.
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Please not with human touch.
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Christ knows I've had my share alive
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And it never felt like love
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Lift me gently
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Lift me gently
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Lift Me Gently
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Charlie Winston |