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Lightning
03:09
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The lightning’s never struck me down before.
The lightning’s never struck me down before.
If the lightning’s never struck me down,
I reckon that I’m safe and sound
Here in my canoe just off the shore.
I used to be afraid of cloudy skies.
I used to be afraid of cloudy skies.
I would curl up in a ball
In the corner of the walls.
I used to be afraid of cloudy skies.
Until the day that I had almost died.
Until the day that I had almost died.
A lightning bolt hit my eye
And left me blind,
But at the same time,
Somehow it opened up my eyes.
And caused me to finally realize.
It caused me to finally realize
Blue skies were teasing me.
I knew this world could never be
A world of eternal sunshine.
The lightning’s never struck me down before.
The lightning’s never struck me down before.
If the lightning’s never struck me down,
I reckon that I’m safe and sound
Here in my canoe just off the shore.
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Meagan
03:38
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Meagan, I know you’re barely breathing,
And your mother is grieving
For your soul.
She’s hoping that God will give you grace,
And cause you to awake,
So she can take
You to church again.
And gorge you on the bread and wine,
And hope that next time
You won’t feel so alone.
Meagan, Meagan,
Please don’t feel so alone.
Meagan, I know that you said
You left for the west
To invest
In relationships.
Well I guess that Boise wasn’t kind
‘cus the only one they’d find
Was you curled up in the corner.
Meagan, Meagan,
Please don’t feel so alone…
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Fallen Angels
03:23
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Old Dustin Greenwood,
Out in the storm,
Looking for some form of an angel.
He wanders in wallow,
Looking for tomorrow,
Hoping that it will come again.
The sweat freezes on his brow,
And he can only wonder how
Far he is from the nearest town.
He’s concluded now
that every flake of snow
Is a fallen angel, and redemption shot itself.
The life that he’s running from,
He was feared by everyone.
It bites at his heels,
Bites at his heels.
Looking for that distant land,
Where he can be a different man.
It burns in his eyes,
Burns in his eyes.
Just when Dustin nearly falls,
He thinks he hears his Angel’s call,
Howling from the highway up ahead.
He falls upon the snowy road,
Where his angel dies, and groans,
And is buried by the other fallen angels.
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Genevieve, how could you leave?
Our love was strong. Our love was true.
I guess I was wrong to have trusted you.
Genevieve, how could you leave?
Little Joe had polio.
They put him in some metal box.
The doctor said it would help him walk again.
Genevieve, how could you leave?
I guess the metal box was locked.
I tried so hard to get Joe out of it.
They bury him this time on Saturday.
Genevieve, how could you leave?
At home tonight, I’ll start a fire,
But I’ll still feel as cold as death.
When you left Joe died, and so did I.
Genevieve, how could you leave?
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5. |
Every Amy I've Known
05:22
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Well I’ve never met an Amy
That I didn’t love.
Every Amy I’ve know
Was sent from above.
Was sent from above.
Well I used to have my Amy
Before she went away.
She was my little lady,
With gold in her brown eyes,
Gold in her brown eyes.
The man who killed my Amy
Was driving from a bar.
He swerved across the highway,
And smashed her little car.
Smashed her little car…
Sometimes at night I go out
Driving on the road,
Looking for my Amy,
And trying to bring her home,
Trying to bring her home,
Trying to bring her home,
Trying to bring her home.
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There’s one place
That my mind
Brings me to
Sometimes.
The colors
From all sides
Overwhelm
My eyes, and my mind,
Sometimes.
And all I
Do is wonder
At the colors
That so quickly
Pass by me.
What will I be?...
This is all I care about.
I need to see your face right now.
I want to talk to you so bad.
If there’s one thing
That my mind
Could desire
In this fleeting light,
It’s Stella,
Her bright face.
May she never age,
Or fade to gray.
And those colors
That pass by us,
We will let them pass.
They will ever last
Like the star we grasp.
What will I be?...
This is all I care about.
I need to see your face right now.
This is all I care about.
I need to see your face right now.
I want to talk to you so bad…
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