I can only hope it's true enough
That every little thing I do for love
Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy
Of the worst things that I've done
It saves me from my seldom times of envy
When I'm missing everyone
If I wake in the morning
I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised everyone I'd be
Well I just ain't
Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's dying (everybody's dying)
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
I know in my heart, knows my head is lying, lying
Oh glory
I think I see you round the bend
And I think I'd try any
Posing it there in the end
Oh glory
When I'm walking past the silken sheets
I can't help but notice I'm between
Every little piece of thread and memories
That constitutes your dreams
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