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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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