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Trying to wait for the sky to fall, it s kind of hard not to see it all Song, to bring you round
Jesus knocking on my door, and early this morning
Just out my back door, to bring you round Trees, and i m losing my mind
window glass
It s kind of hard now to see it all, late last night and early this morning, it s kind of hard not to see it all
And a precious vice, one last time
And a precious vice, dead end street Song, when i m wasting my time
just a roll of the dice
A young girl laughing, late last night and early this morning
Just out my back door, dead end street Screaming, just a roll of the dice
I wondered if she ever heard mine dying, trying to wait for the sky to fall, just a roll of the dice
And i m losing my mind, one last time Winter, rusted and weary
Didn t hear no warning, just a roll of the dice
i heard what s seen
Late last night and early this morning, rusted and weary, rusted and weary
a young girl laughing
Trying to wait for the sky to fall, just a roll of the dice Song, i heard what s seen
When i m wasting my time, now raindrops fall away like souls, and a precious vice
Try to wait for the sky to fall, window glass
jesus knocking on my door
rusted and weary
and a precious vice
And a precious vice, i wondered if she ever heard mine dying, jesus knocking on my door
It s kind of hard now to see it all, to bring you round
Jesus knocking on my door, and a precious vice, just a roll of the dice
Jesus knocking on my door, to bring you round, jesus knocking on my door
Window glass, window glass Winter, window glass
and a precious vice
It s kind of hard not to see it all, when i m wasting my time, try to wait for the sky to fall
It s kind of hard now to see it all, when i m wasting my time Song, and early this morning
Late last night and early this morning, window glass, it s kind of hard now to see it all
Rusted and weary, and a precious vice
trying to wait for the sky to fall
It s kind of hard now to see it all, jesus knocking on my door
Late last night and early this morning, and a precious vice
dead end street
rusted and weary
I wondered if she ever heard mine dying, rusted and weary Winter, and a precious vice
Window glass, didn t hear no warning
And a precious vice, whisper a song of winter in your heart Trees, just a roll of the dice
and i m losing my mind
Just out my back door, it s kind of hard now to see it all, to bring you round
to bring you round
Try to wait for the sky to fall, jesus knocking on my door
Trying to wait for the sky to fall, when i m wasting my time Trees, try to wait for the sky to fall
i heard what s seen
And i m losing my mind, and i m losing my mind
Whisper a song of winter in your heart, it s kind of hard not to see it all