God, let her listen
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With ears to the ground.
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Let voiceless approval
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Turn into sound.
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In death there are hidden, invisible keys
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That only when swallowed
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Reveal where they lead.
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Life is a mess
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We wake up to,
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A single thread of a deeper truth.
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Is this a graveyard
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To bury her heart?
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Or is it a garden,
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Where new life will start.
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'Cause God, when life here ends,
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We'll beg you for more.
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In temper we'll hate you,
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But please keep no score.
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Life, it is a mess we wake up to,
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A single thread of a deeper truth
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Keep No Score
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| Sleeping At Last |
