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She gets it from her mother
The way she holds her eyes
Like everything's gone quiet
Like everybody lies
And you'd be lying too
If you could lie down beside her
You'd be quiet too
If you knew she'd speak up louder
But her disinterest grows
Like the lines of your prose
All wild and unwieldy
And cold
She gets it from her brother
That sadness in her eyes
Formed out of some deep ocean
Where waters always rise
And you'd be drowning too
If you knew she'd throw a lifeline
You'd be crying too
If you knew she'd wipe your tears dry
But her disinterest grows
Like your litany of woes
All tired and weary
And cold
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Holy Roller
05:08
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She's just a holy roller
Can't put the bible down
Walks with the great Jehovah
Talks like there's fire in her mouth, yeah
She's a believer
Lord, help me believe
I'm not a seeker
I'm just wondering
If it's ever enough?
He's got a mighty passion
Stirs up hearts and souls
His voice booming over me
Calls out to lay down all control, yeah
He's a preacher
Well, I want to be
But I'm not a speaker
I'm just wondering
If it's ever enough?
We sing the songs of zion
Sweetest sounds I've heard
Some days, in times of quiet
They still my heart and calm my hurt
But I'm not a singer
Lord, help me to sing
Can't shake this choir
Can't let it take a hold of me
Some spirit inside me
I can't explain
Something comes over me
Leaving me changed
Some spirit inside me
Calling my name
Something takes hold of me
Leaving me changed
It's never enough
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My Mother's House
04:25
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Drift away from my father's house
I'll follow his lead someday
In my head I hear water now
Washing over me
I doubt my head
My head
I doubt my eyes
My hands
Running back to my mother's house
Finally lost everything
Hold a candle above my head
Tainting her grief
I doubt my head
My head
I doubt my eyes
My hands
You opened up onto
A pine-circled field
With a wide-eyed view
Eyes opened up onto
The realness of life
In the name of someone new
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When You Go
04:03
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When you go
All the way home
And the door
Is halfway open
Swinging on its hinges
When you go
All the way there
And you know
There's no rewinding
I won't get any of this back
I can't rewind
All this behind
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