Late last night I awoke in a dream
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To the sound of a voice that was almost a scream, oh oh oh
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From out of the city and out of the street
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Out where the wind hits the cold concrete, oh oh oh
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It's cold outside, darkness, your enemy
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No place to hide, the voice said this to me
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In your doorways I have shivered
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In your alleys I have gone to ground
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I will be delivered
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Someday I will be mercy bound
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I dreamed again it was West LA
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On a crowded street on a hot summer day, she was alone
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Three months late and beginning to show
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In a midriff blouse she would soon outgrow
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She had no one to call and no way home
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And in my mind I knew I'd seen myself
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But in our blindness, always seems like someone else
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There I was a rag a bone
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A remnant in your lost and found
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I was for once truly alone
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Longing to be mercy bound
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And I knew that I would wander as a child
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In the forest 'til they found me
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And I called out to them but I could not penetrate
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The silence all around me
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And when I wake I know you'll comfort me
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And I won't sleep again for an eternity
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But others lie awake at night
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In desperation more profound
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And the coming of the morning light
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Will not see them mercy bound
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And some will never dream again
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From sleeping on the ground
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Just longing to belong
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Dying to be mercy bound
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Please don't stop your dreaming
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Someday we'll all be mercy bound
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Someday mercy bound
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Mercy Bound
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Edwin McCain |