LITTLE PRAYER TRILOGY LYRICS

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HE’S A GOOD GUY (AS WELL YOU KNOW)

He’s a good guy as well you know
not just getting good with age
he was that way since long ago
but he just never turned the page

words were simple that he wrote
words were simple that he spoke
words were simple but they rang so warm.. rang so strong
so incredibly strong

He’s a good guy as well you know
not just getting good with age

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i saw him long ago in Warsaw
walking down a silent street.. it was silent then
and i saw him then again in Amsterdam
at a book store .. drinking coffee with a friend
and i saw him in a Halden town
and i saw him far north of Stockholm
and i saw him in a warm, warm Austin... back in New York
many times in New York

He’s a good guy as well you know
not just getting good with age

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and John was his name - John Paul
and Barry was his name - and Woodrow
and Vincent , Vincent. Vincent...
your father, your brother.. .. your conductor..

He’s a good guy as well you know
not just getting good with age

your father, your brother.. .. your conductor..
you sometimes ... i think so
me sometimes.. hopefully

He’s a good guy as well you know....not just getting good with age

SLEEP WITH OPEN WINDOWS

I can hardly wait until the fall
That‘ll mean I’ve only six more summers
That’s the way it is behind these walls
You take it one day at a time

I can hardly wait until the spring
That’ll mean I’ve only five more winters
That’ll be a pretty song to sing
Until the bluebells kiss the sun

I can hardly wait... to close my eyes
and sleep with open windows

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I can hardly wait until the night
That’ll mean another day has flown by
I’m close to knowin’ that ain’t right
I fool myself just now & then

I can hardly wait... to close my eyes
and sleep with open windows

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I can hardly wait until the rain
That’ll mean another dry days comin’
It’s good they all don’t look the same
Need somethin’ different now and then

I can hardly wait... to close my eyes
and sleep with open windows

I can hardly wait until the fall
That‘ll mean I’ve only six more summers
That’s the way it is behind these walls
You take it one day at a time

I can hardly wait... to close my eyes
and sleep with open windows

SOLITARY

don’t wanna cause no trouble
don’t wanna make no trouble
just speak up when something’s wrong

it’ll be ten years in January
the warden didn’t like him any
and he has been in solitary far too long

it’s unusual
it is cruel
sometimes necessary - but mostly wrong

it’ll be ten years in January
Christ, what the hell good does that do anybody
and he has been in solitary far too long

solitary - solitary
it is as lonesome as it sounds

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you wanna know the truth
about a prisoner
just ask another prisoner.. and listen good

now most say “i belong in here”
but some say - “see that guy standin’ over there
well the truth is - we all think that he got screwed”

i don’t want your food
take back your food
i won’t eat until his hurtin’ is done

it’ll be ten years in January
the warden didn’t like him any
he’s been in solitary far too long

solitary - solitary
it is as lonesome as it sounds

Thomas Silverstein , Albert woodfox, Herman Wallace .. they’ve been in that hole too long

note: a bit about Thomas, Albert & Herman
from an excerpt in NY Times, “In the Face Of Justice ( about punishment & deliverance)” by Wilbert Rideau, who served 44 years for manslaughter..

THOMAS SILVERSTEIN - Louisiana.. most isolated man.. extreme solitary (NO HUMAN CONTACT) (6x7 cell) for 28 years.. armed robbery at 19 .. then life for killing two inmates he says were plotting to kill him .. & a guard in same altercation? in Marion Illinois .. since 1983 .. in US penitentiary in Atlanta.. “no human contact” due to murders.. says he deserves punishments.. want to see other humans

ALBERT WOODFOX 40 years - in Louisiana .. in Angola wing (former slave plantation.. toil in fields cotton & sugar cane .. .. based on racial bias in grand jury judge says let him go .. state appeals & keeps him in solitary.. accused of lesser crimes .. then he & HERMAN WALLACE were implicated in the killing of an “abusive” guard .. they were Black Panthers in ‘71 .. trying to put an end to systematic rape & sexual slavery inflicted on many Angola prisoners

Another Black Panther ROBER KING was released says the others were set up only because they tried to get better conditions .. put in solitary

I’ll ONLY BE ME ONCE 


I’ll only be me once – so I better find out who I am
I will only see me once – so I better know just where I stand


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And the lights all went down in Norrtalja prison
And Matthew kneels to say his prayers
But there will be no prayin’ for Lucinda’s David 
David is no longer here

They put him to sleep some six weeks ago
For takin’ the life of a young policeman 
He did allot o’ good in his next thirty two years
And Lucinda prayed that would count for somethin’

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I have shared the stage 
with bandits and heroes 
And some saintly poetic pornographers
I have stood shoulder to shoulder
With abusers and murderers
Some pushers and burglars 
And con men and gamblers
Ah those fools such as I


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Did you walk on by 
When she cried out for protection
Or did you speak up – and were you ridiculed 
Did you stand shoulder to shoulder 
With some innocents on the border
Like teenager Suzie Diaz
Who was knocked down – she was boot smashed 
By some bastard in El Paso
With his spit shine and his ego
And his shiny badge of gold

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Czechoslovakian Heaven

i’m a Czechoslovakian boy
grandpa worked the coal mines
me & my brothers count our blessings for each day on higher ground
i met new friends last night, Paco & Isabella
and who was that crazy fella from half way round the world

and it’s God bless my New York City
my Crestwood girl
my Parnell’s bar
with sweet dreams of Austin Texas
floatin in my Czechoslovakian heaven

from the earthquakes in Japan
to the rattles of Northern Ireland
it’s your land and it’s my land
and it’s all the same to me

grandma’s misty eyes
they never talked a country
and they never talked much religion
but oh those eyes could see

God Bless my Stockholm Sweden
mom you’d love my Malmo friends
with sweet dreams of Halden, Norway
floatin’ in my Czechoslovakian heaven

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And it’s God bless my old Stroke City
Sadilva’s Rostrevor
my Belfast friends
with sweet dreams of Rotterdam & Amsterdam
floatin’ in my Czechoslovakian heaven

and it’s God bless my New York City
my Crestwood girl
my Parnell’s bar
with sweet dreams of Austin Texas
floatin’ in my Czechoslovakian heaven

I USED TO BE A WHITE BOY

I used to be a white boy - I used to be a white boy
I ran ahead of myself - just to find myself
i was afraid of myself - afraid that somebody else
might find me first...

that’s when I was a white boy - I used to be a white boy
but oh... just look at me now

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i don’t know.. what ball & chain
can take us back.. to where we came from
and i just know... we’re all the same
we dream as one .. and what’s done, is done, is done.. it is done

I used to be a white boy - I used to be a white boy
but oh... just look at me now

mm - just look at me now

NINE SOLDIERS N BALTIMORE

I only saw what I saw – I only saw what I saw
Nine soldiers in Baltimore – for 50,000 in the Vietnam War
They’re makin’ plans at the grocery store – so we don’t have to go there no more
The Catholic Church &the K of C – always meant so much to me
They closed their ears & shut the door – (to) nine soldiers in Baltimore

I only saw what I saw – I only saw what I saw
Philip Berrigan &Father Dan- & seven brave souls took a stand
Three missioners from the Maryknoll’s too – a Christian brother from old St Lu
They took the draft files with a “thanks a lot” – then went and burned them in the parking lot
So we don’t have to die there no more – nine soldiers in Baltimore

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on December 7, 2002 –an apostle of peace – who spent 11 years in prison - Philip Berrigan passed away.. this song is in his memory

I only saw what I saw – I only saw what I saw
May 17 ’68 – is not a day we celebrate
But it’s in the hearts of so many – and those hearts are pure as any
That’s the day that the Catonsville Nine – they stood up and they walked the line
They burned the files just like they planned – took the law in there own hands

So raise the flag and pledge allegiance – and speak up if you’ve got a grievance
Or why the hell are you livin’ here for – (said) nine soldiers in Baltimore

ONTARIO CRIMES

I was forged in copper in ’43 – at a Nova Scotia factory
And so many things my eyes did see – till I wished that I were blind
I lay upon that table when the murder plan was offered
And I crossed the Canadian border when the 5 Black Donnellys died

It was the Whiteboys, the Catholic ones - ‘gainst the Orangemen the Anglicans
the Blackfeet was the least of them – that settled on this soil
I’ve seen my share of honest men – been near the leg of some of them
Who swore in the name of Jesus – Jesus it would make your temper boil

I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes

In the spring of ’47 – I was change to a Blackfeet given
And i found me in a squatters purse in South East Lot 18
Patrick Farrell bought that land - but with a spike in hand
John Donnelly threw that deadly blow that ended Patrick’s dreams

In the pocket of young man Crawly - in the summer of ’73
It was the Flanagan - Donnelly’s stage coach wars – I got that ride for free
I saw coach’s smashed, horses tortured and stables burned to the ground
Each side blamed but the other side – but neither side backed down

I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes

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He won me in a card game - this Biddulp vigilante
Led by constable James Carol – backed by a priest from the parish Church
And his name was father Connelly – but ask anyone named Donnelly
They’ll say the Lord may forgive him – but we will damn him to the dirt

It was the Whiteboys, the Catholic ones - ‘gainst - the Orangemen, the Anglicans
the Blackfeet – the least of them – that settled on this soil
I’ve seen my share of honest men – been near the leg of some of them
Who swore in the name of Jesus – Jesus it would make your temper boil

I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes

MERRY F’N CHRISTMAS

Do unto others - as you would have them do unto you
Merry f’n Christmas
Behind walls, behind bars, behind scars - reaching out to you
Merry f’n Christmas

we’ve been too long on the border line
not enough love - not enough time

Lonely children behind an iron door
Merry f’n Christmas
can you feed just one - then can you try to feed one more
Merry f’n Christmas

we have been too long in the rise and shine
with the sparkling Jesus on the border line

instrumental.. Merry f’n Christmas ........ Merry f’n Christmas

breakdown

we’re standin’ on the edge of time
there’s not enough love on the borderline

Got no money - got no job - i got mouths to feed
Merry f’n Christmas
people so much in a hurry - they don’t even stop to look at me
Merry Eff’n Christmas

we’ve been too long in the yours & mine
just not enough kindness on the borderline

Do unto others - as you would have them do unto you
Merry f’n Christmas
Behind walls, behind bars, behind scars - reaching out to you
Merry f’n Christmas

we’ve been too long in the rise and shine
with the sparkling Jesus
with the sparkling Jesus
with the sparkling Jesus .............. on the borderline

TED WILLIAMS

My name is Pedro Gonzalez - i fought the revolution for my country
at gunpoint i was a telegraph man for Pancho Via
i crossed the Mexican border to play Corrido music - at a border station in Southern California

i served six years in prison for the crime i do not know - i was deported back home to Tijuana
Now at 90 years old - they let me return to my USA - where outside my humble home the Mexican Flag & the stars & stripes fly together

oh .. I am a Mexican
oh ..a freedom loving - Corrido loving Mexican

My name is Chen Guangcheng (“Chen Guan Chung”) - I am a Human Rights activist from China
In 2012 i escaped house arrest & fled to the US embassy in Bejing
officials in my government said i would return willingly to my captors - can you imagine that
this blind man returning willingly to those that systematically beat me up every day

anyway they let me stay here in the USA - go to school here
and oh I thank my lucky stars for that
but China eyes are everywhere - and the truth is i’m scared to death even here -
not just for my own safety - but for the persecution of my friends and family back home

oh .. I am a China man
oh ..a freedom loving - blind .. China man

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you know i didn’t talk much about it then - but my mom was half Mexican
some say I made the best tacos in San Diego
i hit the big leagues in ‘39 don’t you know - with Joe’s brother, young Dominick Damagio
and man.. didn’t we tear up that town of Boston

In August of ‘45 - i was a soldier in pearl Harbor
when we dropped the bomb that devastated millions
i was MVP twice - and 6 times batting champ
they called me “the kid” - i got Mezican blood in me - my name is....... Ted Williams

oh.. i am an American
a freedom loving baseball playing American

ELMER’S WHITE BOY

(chip taylor)

And Daddy thought - those words were dirty
when the PGA said, “Caucasians only”
and he proposed a change back in 1960
now all that’s history.. and what’s done, is done, is done.. it’s done

And I used to be a white boy - I used to be a white boy
but oh... just look at me now

mm - Gob bless you Elmer
and oh... just... just look at me now

Hold It Right There

hold it right there
no matter what you think that you’re thinkin’
you can’t really think
till you hold it right there

just let it go
let it drift off in space
and become it’s own thing
and come back to you soon... and when it does
you can hold it right there

attach some thoughts to the thing - some slow thoughts to the thing
then put words to it .. a few warm words to it

hold it right there
no matter what you think that you’re thinkin’
you can’t really think
till you hold it right there

instrumental ... and when it floats back to you
you can hold it right there

and whatever it is - let it live with you now
and what ever it is - let it bring some love to you

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BARDOT

the radio is a dangerous place to go
it’s got bad music
the jukebox was designed to steel your dough
son, stay strong
and the moving pictures move in sexy ways
these days
so lay low - don’t go - to see Bardot

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the National Geographic has scientific stuff
and naked women
teenage boys they just an’t get enough
behind closed doors
and the moving pictures move in sexy ways
these days
son lay low - don’t go - to see Bardot

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the TV’s got a boxin match tonight
one Ezzard Charles - Toxie Hall
one will stand............... one will fall

mm mm mm mm mm mm mm

the radio is a dangerous place to go
it’s got bad music
son, the jukebox was designed to steel your dough
stay strong
and the moving pictures move in sexy ways
these days
lay low - son, don’t go...nah don’t go.. no no don’t go - to see Bardot

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don’t wanna blast nobody - the way you blasted me don’t wanna blast nobody - the way you blasted me
had your steam engine goin’ baby
from track 221 to track 223

i road that your train - but i don’t wanna ride it no more
i road that sweet steam engine - but i do not wanna ride no more
but you look too good to say good by to
on track 224

road you in the NY sunshine - road you in the TX rain
road you through the telephone line
when you whispered you just could’t wait to see me again
just to open up my door
but you look too good to say good by baby to
on track 224

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don’t wanna blast nobody baby - the way you blasted me
don’t wanna blast nobody - the way you blasted me
you had your steam engine goin’ baby
from track 221 to track 223

don’t wanna blast nobody - the way you blasted me before
don’t wanna blast nobody baby - the way you blasted me before
but you look too good to say good by to
on track 224

you look too good to say good by to
on track 224

The Same Way

you slip past my shoulder - sit down on the bar stool
I am here for the testing - angels warning’s are deafening
if you turned around and looked into my eyes - i would say it again

well i’d say that i love you - and i don’t care who knows it
from the warmth of the space heater - to the fog of the music
to the drunk on the sidewalk - who leaned in.. and found a new home

i’d say i’ve loved you forever - from the minute i saw you
six years is a lifetime.. and i am still waiting for you
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon... I know you feel the same way

you feel the same way - you feel the same way
i could not stand it - if you did not feel.. the same way

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well i finished my first scotch - and i need another
Ambrose is waiting on you.... there in the corner
and as he turns my way and you do the same
oh .. that look in your eyes..

do you feel the same way - the same way
oh i could not stand it - if you did not feel.. the same way

do you feel the same way ..mm the same way
oh it feels good... to feel you feel the same way

the same way .. oh the same way .. the same way
mm baby i feel, oh.. the same way

do you feel the same way ... do you feel the same way
I could not stand it if you did not.. did not feel the same way

the same way ... the same way.........

THERE’S NOTHIN’ COMIN’ OUT OF ME THAT I LIKE

there’s nothin’ comin’ out of me that i like
nothin’ prayerful.. nothin’ respectful
so i think i’ll just shut me down for a while
and come back in a while.. and see who i am

i’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout someone that i shouldn’t
.. i shouldn’t think about some of the time
but it’s been all of the time & it’s makin’ me blind
to some good things

There’s nothin’ comin’ out of me that i like
nothin’ prayerful.. and nothin’ respectful
so i think i’ll just shut me down for a while
and come back in a while.. and see who i am

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since i wrote that last verse - i took a walk ‘round the block
et a homeless friend of mine named Vaughn
and he asked for some money and i gave him some
and i blessed myself .. i turned around and blessed myself
and said “Bless me Jesus”

There’s nothin’ comin’ out of me that i like
nothin’ prayerful.. nothin’ respectul
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i’ll come back in a while.. and see who i am

GIRL & BOY THING

how does that happen - it just does
what did it feel like - it was
such a good thing
a girl & boy thing...
she got it all over me

just one look - you were gone
oh that picture
she was such a song and a prayer
that girl & boy thing...
she got it all over me

what now - i don’t know
it’s still all over me - it won’t go
can’t wash it off - it’s too sticky
i wouldn’t try
i won’t even try

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that girl & boy thing...
she got it all over me

JOAN’S SONG

there’s no one quite as sweet as you are
and there’s no one quite as dumb as i am
but i’ve been lookin hard to find me
the real me - the one you knew a while ago

when you said - i love you
and i will forever - and i said i will too

and there’s no one quite as sweet as you are
and there’s no one quite as dumb as i am
but i’ve been searchin’ hard to find me
the real me - the guy i kinda liked before

when i met you - and you said yes i will
and i said i will too - and that was that

TRYING TO LET THE ANGELS KNOW

I try to turn the other way
when certain things come to mind
i try to keep one eye blind and one eye lookin ahead
to a holier day
seems so far away
like forgiveness... forgiveness

the little seeds I sew
tryin to let the Angels know
so they’ll come back to me
(they) won’t give up on me

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alone in my weakness
with this same old fool
who broke so many rules for all the dreams he’s chased
slam my fist down
spin the barstool ‘round
may the the cool night air just slap me in the face

the little seeds I sew
tryin to let the Angels know
so they’ll come back to me
(they) won’t give up on me

40 days and 40 nights
hell i’ve so many years to get this right

here in this foggy brain
it’s amazing how the truth slips in
in the later years
you can’t wave it goodbye

and as you take a sip
it’s just the memory of your fingertips
oh the things i’ve touched
the things i have touched ............. chorus/ instrumental

MARTHA, MARTHA

Martha, Martha - get out your band-aid kit
gentle fingers for this wounded heart
and place your sweet lips along side of it
and heal me one more time

Martha Martha - can’t you hear that old piano
mamma’s gettin’ married in a month or so
play that song that always made her cry
of poetry & roses & Martha

so glad i took that picture and caught you smiling
but that ain’t enough Martha - i want more of you
say hello to Teddy .. all my island friends
& keep the home fire burnin’

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Martha, Martha - get out your band-aid kit
and heal me one more time
Martha.. heal me one more time

QUEEN OF THE WORLD

She’s tryin so hard to make him - all that he can be and take him
far as he can go
She’s tryin’ so hard to be sure - not to shine so bright and make sure
he’s got center stage
that’s the way she goes these days - that’s how she goes these days

Every time his song is comin’ - she plays it like it’s all or nothin’
oh, she does her part
she strums it with a blast of passion - sings it like the national anthem
hand upon a heart
that’s the way she goes these days - that is how she goes these days

but everybody knows - she could be queen..

Queen of the world .. sho dotin sho be do - Queen of the world - sho dotin sho be do
she could be Queen ........ she could be Queen

have you ever seen her - throw her head to the side
body movin’ like the ocean - takin you under
takin you under

But she’s tryin so hard to make him - all that he can be.. and take him
far as he can go

and that’s the way she goes these days - that is how she goes these days
but everybody knows - she could be queen....

Queen of the world .. sho dotin sho be do - she could be queen - sho dotin sho be do
she could be Queen ........ she could be Queen

have you ever seen her - hair cross her face - hand on her belt buckle
takin you under
have ever seen her - glance cross the room - knowin’ she’s got you
oh she’s got you

Queen of the word .... Queen of the world.....she could be Queen
she could be Queen....
She my Queen... she is my Queen.. my Queen ...
Queen of the world....

LORD WHAT ARE YOU GIVING ME NOW

I’ve had my share of violins - & teardrops for my venial sins
I’ve cried an ocean time & time again
But holy cow – look at me now
Lord what are you giving me now

I have had my shares of setting suns - & good friends who have come & gone
And when it’s time to carry on.. you do
But oh my –fourth of July
Lord what are you giving me now

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And here she comes – she’s lookin’ so pretty
And she’s so sweet – so kind .. & she’s so mine.. huh

I’ve had my chance to roll the dice – and I’ve rolled them more than once or twice
Won my share & then I hit the wall
And oh son! – son of a gun
Lord what are you giving me now

Holy cow – look at me now
Lord what are you giving me now

THE SUPREME COURT

It’s the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
to help us through when we get in the way
It’s the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
hope the hell they know just what to say

It’s the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
dig down deep & then stick to your guns
you’re the the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
remember.. it’s all of us or none

from the mountains - to the alleys
to the maximum security facilities
you were sworn to be the light house for the least of these
‘till there are.. no least of these

you’re the the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
this ain’t no laughin’ song, oh no
you’re the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
this is just a little prayer to help you as you go

from the mountains - to the alleys
to the maximum security facilities
you were sworn to be the light house for the least of these
‘till there are... no least of these

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mmm - the Supreme Court
this ain’t no laughin’ song, oh no
you’re the Supreme Court - the Supreme Court
the Supreme Court
this is just a prayer to help you as you go

LITTLE PRAYERS

You have been been tired - you need to go to sleep
you have been wired - pray your soul to keep
he said here I am - here I am

You have been lost - no direction known
there is a cost - you need to find a home
he said here I am - here I am

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you had a friend - then you had none
friends come and go - like the setting sun
in the morning rain - can you take a stand
he said here I am - here i am

he said turn to the right - go it on your own
just for a time - let the truth be know
you’ve changed your path - you have changed your way

these little prayers - sometimes that’s all we got
little stairs - to help us reach the top
he said here i am - here i am

WISH I COULD DIE JUST ONE MORE TIME

wish i could die just one more time to tell you how sorry I am
to tell you how sorry i am
how sorry i am
wish i could die just one more time to tell you how sorry I am
but it’s time say goodbye

wish i could cry a million tears to tell you how wrong that i was
for all that i was
wish i could cry a million tears to tell you how wrong that i was
but it’s time say goodbye

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wish i could die just one more time to tell you how sorry I am
but it’s time say goodbye