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God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground
God, there's a hangman that wants to come around

How we rise when we're born
like the ravens in the corn
on their wings, on our knees
crawling careless from the sea

God, give us love in the time that we have

God, there are guns growing out of our bones
God, every road takes us farther from home

All these men that you made
how we wither in the shade
of your trees, on your wings
we are carried to the sea

God, give us love in the time that we have
God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground   God, there's a hangman that wants to come around      How we rise when we're born   like the ravens in the corn   on their wings, on our knees   crawling careless from the sea      God, give us love in the time that we have      God, there are guns growing out of our bones   God, every road takes us farther from home      All these men that you made   how we wither in the shade   of your trees, on your wings   we are carried to the sea      God, give us love in the time that we have