many patches to this word
many parses to this world
signs and sad sing along
we must be going must be gone
try and always ringing true
misty top and golden rules
they will not break they will not bend
from now until the living end
and it's easy for us to pretend
that's it's easy for us to be friends
as we move on through each others days
that it's more than foggy cloudy haze
it's harder for us to ignore
the face of God that's at our door
we almost dare to let him in
but then it's back to work again
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