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Wednesday 5 March 2008 photo 1/2
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And in between the moon and you Angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain, Through myself and back again. Where? I don't know Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house and Takes her clothes off, Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping though my hands
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