"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"
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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