The hole in her chest is for the little lost lamb
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That was on his quest; nobody gives a damn
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In silvery days of silence they go
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Now they've lost their ways,the little lambs in the snow
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These are not shells of the sea
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These are the shells of the sky
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They took my baby away from me
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And no one has ever told me why
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They chewed him and spit him
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He never knew what hit him
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No little kisses goodbye
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Shells, shells, shells
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I won't stand to ask for God's mercy
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I can't stand anything anymore
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They were only making angels
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In the snow in the middle of a war
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The blood of these lambs speaks of the darkness
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And the blood of these lambs speaks of the rage
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Yes the blood of these lambs is rolling to the sea
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It's writing your history on every single page
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Shells, shells, shells
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Tear at a table missing a child
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Must have gone past, the river is mild
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I go to the sea; I follow the tide
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I hold seashells to me and I hear the sky
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These are not shells of the sea
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These are the shells of the sky
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They took my baby away from me
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And no one has ever told me why
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They chewed him and spit him
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He never knew what hit him
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No little kisses goodbye
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Shells, shells, shells
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Shells
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Patty Griffin |