| Oh, God, you are a tricky one,
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| Like the fouls on rolling sea.
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| Got a whole lot of hanger behind my tongue,
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| And I’m saving it all for thee.
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| What’s the good of this world that you brought me to
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| If you fill up my eyes with tears?
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| When I’m death to the birds and your trembling words,
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| For the curses that fill my ears.
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| And Lord, you made me travel,
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| ‘till my boots swore throughout the hills.
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| But to shake his love must I truly lie
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| And be broken upon Your will.
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| I will run all down like a thunder cloud
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| All full of light and of rain.
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| But when it’s spent, each increment comes back to me again.
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| And God, you know the heart of me
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| It’s built from solid stuff.
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| I may seem to crumble like the sun,
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| But like glass, I break and I cut.
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| And a thousand pieces of my heart,
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| That will all tread down in the dirt
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| They may rise up like a bird and fly
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| But they never can shake this earth.
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| And God, you are a tricky one,
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| Like the salt sea in my ears.
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| And when I die, if I come to You,
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| There’ll be questions in my tears.
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| What’s the good of this world that you brought me to
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| In the good and the man is so afraid,
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| Nobody will ever love again
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| When they know what love entails.
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| So put your fingers to your lips
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| Least you tell what love entails. |