Well sometimes I live for myself
And sometimes I'm thinking of
Come, meet me there
in the sky
search the stars
what we'll find
deep
In a field off the highway upon the ground
Broken forgotten
I'm thinkin of a day
maybe somewhat far away
where the world
There's murder in the streets from the wars of our
A small country chapel
that comes out at night
a garden of
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