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It’s late and I’m early for a dose of your love,
So pray me back to sleep, oh God
How close to glory have I been brought?
I ask you to bring me to the life I need,
Anxiously I withhold saying three simple words, but it’s only eight letters.

Tell me no,
As the beautiful sun you portray light,
The moon always turns its back away,
I never thought two thousand miles would become so far away,

I pray God,
Don’t let me die tonight from the broken
Swear to me tomorrow will be better

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