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good enough for me
the wonder of it all

the heaven’s falling on you

I write your holy name in fresh white snow

I watch the dirt coming through


I couldn’t do what you do                                 

for all the love and worship in the world    

I’d have to let it fall through                              


I dreamt that I was falling through a graveyard

the earth was full of all the lives I’d lived


I never saw why God should send a saviour

when all he had to do was send the myth

and in the end that’s all you left me with




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