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I cannot stop this child from touching me
I see not fault in watching her bloom
She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
Yet I feel she may be consumed.

She done turns on the b stage
She shook hands when the shoe fit
I wanna know how the land lies
I'll let you in on a secret.

I did not steal away when love rode by
I did not let myself be unkind
It's so heard to say where love meets lust
I often think I'm losing my mind.

I trade notes with the press league
They send back their suggestions
I wanna know where I come from
But all I get are directions.

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I can't get started, can't get pain
What's wrong?
Big ideas, the find intentions
They're all gone
It takes two flagons of courage
Pounds, shillings and pence
You wind up going nowhere
It doesn't make sense.

I see my brother's face grow dark with care
I spend my time avoiding his gaze
I pray that God might make his dreams come true
I'd give so much to feel he's been saved.

A bright spark in the playground
Dead loss as an anchor
You don't call him a misfit
He's just stuck for an answer.

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I cannot stop this child from touching me   I see not fault in watching her bloom   She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly   Yet I feel she may be consumed.      She done turns on the b stage   She shook hands when the shoe fit   I wanna know how the land lies   I'll let you in on a secret.      I did not steal away when love rode by   I did not let myself be unkind   It's so heard to say where love meets lust   I often think I'm losing my mind.      I trade notes with the press league   They send back their suggestions   I wanna know where I come from   But all I get are directions.      Chorus      I can't get started, can't get pain   What's wrong?    Big ideas, the find intentions   They're all gone   It takes two flagons of courage   Pounds, shillings and pence   You wind up going nowhere   It doesn't make sense.      I see my brother's face grow dark with care   I spend my time avoiding his gaze   I pray that God might make his dreams come true   I'd give so much to feel he's been saved.      A bright spark in the playground   Dead loss as an anchor   You don't call him a misfit   He's just stuck for an answer.      Chorus (2)