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By Jann Arden, Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit
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By Jann Arden, I've been on my hands and knees
Crawling towards eternity
Looking for
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By Jann Arden, I know you're sleeping
I hope you're dreaming all about us
I
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By Jann Arden, Show me the way and I'll go
Give me a sign
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By Jann Arden, No, I will not lay down
I will not live my
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By Jann Arden, I used to think that I was a good girl
I
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By Jann Arden, I feel like you know me
I know well, I know,
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By Jann Arden, Why does everybody hurt?
Every bitter sickening word breaks my heart
Why
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By Jann Arden, Those schoolgirl days of telling tales
And biting nails are gone
But
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By Jann Arden, There will be no consolation prize this time the bone
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By Jann Arden, Busted down outside of town
Had no gasoline
I should have fixed
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By Jann Arden, Every tear you cry, every doubting eye
All of these things
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By Jann Arden, She was forty-four years old or so, she told me
She'd
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By Jann Arden, I don't know why we have to die
I don't know
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By Jann Arden, When you left me I was inside
Of my head for
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By Jann Arden, Got my suitcase, got my dog
I'm packing up my life
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By Jann Arden, Love broke my heart, love washed me up
Love made me
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By Jann Arden, Will you remember me when I'm gone?
Will you remember me
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By Jann Arden, Holding you is like holding fire
And it burns my hands,
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By Jann Arden, And when I held you, you would almost always hold
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By Jann Arden, (Ahh ahh ahh)
Be my lover, be my baby, be my
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By Jann Arden, You give your hand to me and then you say
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By Jann Arden, Silent night holy night
All is calm all is bright
Round yon
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By Jann Arden, When I am old
I'll think of all the hearts I
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By Jann Arden, Those school girl days
Of telling tales and biting nails are
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By Jann Arden, Are you sleeping
Can you hear me
Are you dreaming
I'm confessing
Reassessing
What this
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By Jann Arden, You are everything
You are everything
Shooting star
You are everywhere
You are oxygen
You
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By Jann Arden, When I cry, I close my eyesAnd every tear falls
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By Jann Arden, I'll bite the hand that feeds the painI'll lay my