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| from the album "Say Your Prayers" (Michael Roe) Look at the lonely And the bitter one and only’s Living in this town Look at the shattered and The ones that thought they mattered Now they don’t somehow Don’t somehow Who’s gonna love them Is it you or me? Who’s gonna come to them and set them free? Think of the hungry ones The empty bellies stumbling Skidding down the road Each night you’ll find them ‘round the campfires of the selves They burned out long ago Too many songs ago They sang along with swans Bid them the daring dive Now they get to sit around With sons of losers Mouthing cheap talk, trash, and jive A sad affair to stare Into the mirror of self -delude Who’s kidding who today? The tramp you turned away from at the door Could be more far along than you, I’d say Beyond the shelters and The welfare check you spawned He pawned his soul today You can hear him say I am the Christ The chosen one My hands are frozen ‘cuz you’ve tied them tight around your world Yes, I am Jesus I am able To raise Cain upon the table that I blessed today While you keep running out My door I’m gonna keep on knocking Knocking upon yours today I sit in silence and I’m here to take the stand to testify and say You are my chosen one Today I have begotten you Come be my son You are the apple of my eye Will never leave you Deep inside is where I want to stay Come taste The fruit of love is good Come and see that it is good Come taste The fruit of love is good Come and see that love is good © 2002 7 & 7 Is Music (ASCAP) |
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