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Shouldering the blame
Walking into frame
Like a lighted silhouette
Against a cotton sheet
Smothering the crease

Tin can in hand
Waiting for God to come around
But He never comes around
He never comes around

Quiet like a mouse
Building up your house
Just to tear it down
Leaving us the pieces
Do they ever fit?

Tin can in hand
Waiting for God to come around
But He never comes around
He never comes around

Tin can in hand
Waiting for God to come around
But He never comes around
He never comes around
Shouldering the blame   Walking into frame   Like a lighted silhouette   Against a cotton sheet   Smothering the crease      Tin can in hand   Waiting for God to come around   But He never comes around   He never comes around      Quiet like a mouse   Building up your house   Just to tear it down   Leaving us the pieces   Do they ever fit?      Tin can in hand   Waiting for God to come around   But He never comes around   He never comes around      Tin can in hand   Waiting for God to come around   But He never comes around   He never comes around