Don't ask why they say
Just do
Then again just pray
And bequeath yourself to the nearest pew
Holy Fathers relieve me of this ache
There's a gnawing in my head I just can't shake
And keep me steadfast and awake
For goodness sake
Lay down restless on a sleepless night
Feel the moon on my back, and dawn's sun on my face
Dear Lord hear my plight
And grant me a scintilla of your grace
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