(Steve Curtis)
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Sometimes when I lay down at night
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I swear I can see to heaven
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For it's in dreaming that the things
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I always knew
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are the only thoughts I have
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And when I look up at you, love
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Handsome as a magazine
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Wild as the sun, like nothing below
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could ever pull you down
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But it's a hard road that we follow
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The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows
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People cross this world
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Over and then back again
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Never even one time lift their eyes
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Or think of what they say
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But I hear it in your voice, love
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Like someone sweetly willing
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The hope of all these years,
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the prayer of a time
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that we don't even know
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But it's a hard road that we follow
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The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows
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But I hear it in your voice, love
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The strongest sound
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I've ever heard
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Like water from a well
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so deep in the ground
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I'll never thirst again
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But it's a hard road that we follow
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The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows
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And everything that's far away
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And was lost from me
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Hollow
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Hem |