written by Rosanne Cash
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© Chelcait Music
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administered by Bug Music (BMI)
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I stand here by the Western Wall
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Maybe a little of that wall stands inside us all
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I shove my prayers in the crack
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I've got nothing to lose, no one to answer back
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All these years I've brought up for review
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Wasn't taught this but I learned something new
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And to answer the distant call
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At the Western Wall
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I've got a heart full of fear
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And I offer it up on this altar of tears
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Red dust settles deep in my skin
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I don't know where it starts and where I begin
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It's a crumbling pile of broken stones
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It ain't much but it might be home
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If I ever loved a place at all
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It's the Western Wall
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I don't know if God was ever a man
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But if she was I think I understand
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Why he found a place to break his fall
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Near the Western Wall
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Western Wall
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| Linda Ronstadt |
