Sunday, March 21, 2010

"Well I watched your black tied family Rise up from graves near cemeteries That I have not been to since your goodbye And I drank another simile And compared your Jesus to a thief He took my bones and turned them into bread. Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones. I was scared to call your mother For news that you weren't getting better Well my God, what the hell am I supposed to do? And I ran off and ran on to something That I swore was everything but beautiful I only say that word for you Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones. And I can feel your pain, deep in my bones, deep in my bones. And hallelujah to the one in our bones And hallelujah to the one that we love"

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