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The Waiting - Too Many Miles lyrics
I don't think You had in mind When You set my city on a hill For it's walls to be built up to keep the light in Brick on brick I'm building still But the moon still shines The stars seem brighter I see You through the haze So I remain unfazed I don't think You were intending When You pitched this tent You call Your home For it to be a place always in need of mending With a bed as cold as stone My roof caved in, the weight of unbelief and My eyes half closed, my vision getting weak and Still I see You I know You'll never fade So I am not afraid |
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