Found us in a small cafe, happened to be out that day, It came to pass that we shall be, to watch it go by.If you lay your guns to ground, fall from your mind.early signs of victory from out of their eyesOld man drifting won't you carry me out of this place.feel the weight of coming down, Something that I ought to say to take away the pain of day, I'm leading the blind.Found us in a small cafe, As they fell upon the floor, happened to be out that day, they went to the ground.thought of all that's gone before, The white dove is rising to the sound of your god given grace.To the sound of your god given grace.to write it all down.
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