On my way, way to the stars, I found?
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You were there, laying down, next to a hole
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Oh, hold me
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You said, you had faith in God above
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But it seemed that you didn't believe
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In reality, in people on earth
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In people to whom you've given birth
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And I forgot to call you
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This is just what I do
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You stand there just like a wall that
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I can't even try to talk to you.
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I wrote down all of your thoughts,
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Well, the ones you let me see
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When you're not watching TV.
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You said you'd go for a walk
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But that was three weeks ago and now
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You spend your time counting the pages
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Of a second hand bible pocket edition that you have.
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And I forgot to call you
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This is just what I do
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You stand there just like a wall that
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I can't even try to talk to you.
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And I forgot to call
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This is just how I work
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I stand there still like a photo on your hands
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That you can't try to explain yourself.
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Just Like A Wall
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Russian Red |