The sign outside the Mason's Lodge says:
"We tend to repeat what we don't repair."
The summer is upon us, and I can't shake
The fear of the future and this cold despair.
And I am turning again, away the one who loves me.
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The music still soothes me, windows down, driving fast.
I don't know in these days who to trust, or who cares.
I love her, I want to not hesitate or fear when we embrace.
Who knows what cruel weapons are beneath the dress she wears?
And I am turning again, away from the one who loves me.
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Sunday morning, and God has never seemed farther away.
I want to drive forever, all the way to where God abides.
If I see her there, at the gates of heaven, all made of light,
I will know there is no place in her soul, where cruelty hides.
Finally, I will not turn away from the one who loves me.
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