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here i am again at your door
sitting tight, staring at the floor
looking back at your holiness
whats become of your tenderness

desperation grips me late at night
i look back always in deep fright
dripping wet im drenched in a cloud
feeling cold my heart beating loud...

there was nothing i could do that day
nor anything that i could do that day
theres so much you can do in a day
but your light keeps shining through me..

here i am crying out for more
im sick and tired and rotten to the core
from hellish heat and tastelessness
drop me into your cleanliness

hoping that youll let me touch your face
my fragile hands dropped in disgrace
i looked all around at my sorry state
ive fallen out of my twisted fate

there was nothing i could do that day
nor anything that i could do that day
there is so much you can do in day
but your light keeps shining through me.


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