| Lying awake on this phone call
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| She’s dreaming of better days
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| Flowers lie on the counter
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| Remind her of better days
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| She sends a prayer up to Jesus
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| Ands she asks him for his strength
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| The night will go on bleeding
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| Was it faith that paid the rent?
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now I know you’re…
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now I know you’re barely listening
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| Standing there in the doorway
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| With a candle and a gun
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| Light tears through open windows
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| For now the day has won
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now I know you’re…
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now I know you’re barely listening
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| Like a child on her way here
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| Will you smile and run away?
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| Faith won’t find you a reason
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| It just smiles and runs the other way
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| It just smiles
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| It just smiles
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| And runs the other way
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| It just smiles
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| It just smiles
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| And then runs the other way
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| Now I’m waiting
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| It’s not worth waiting
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now I know you’re…
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| I know you’re barely listening
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| Now…
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| You can’t shape love with a hammer
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| And you can’t shape life with a will
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| What horror lies in knowing
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| There’s no fate that chaos can’t kill |