All I ever wanted
Was something huge
Unmeasureable
Not this
Crumb of crusty brea
How can it beThat someone you loveIs a memoryIn the
The flowers in your hair have all witheredThe tears dried
Don't fill me with hopeIf you just take it awayDon't
I do hate evilAnd I do hate sinI do hate
I want a Virgin Mary nightlamp
Bible hero lunch box
The Shroud
We stand beneath the sky
We swear our love will never
I even see itI'm not hard to confuseA twist of
The judges sat outside the law
And in their pride no
There are too many painters
And not enough beauty
Too many hours
And
Maybe I am misunderstood
Maybe I'm missing Conviction
Maybe
Maybe I'm minding my
Came and right awayWe're lost we're all alone and lostIt's
Is there a vacuum in me
Is there a great big
I stopped and asked a strange old man who was
There's more silence than words
Space and emptiness
It's at the base
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